People who worship celebrities must be trying to fill an empty hole in their hearts. Maybe one that only God can fill.
There is no way that the screwed up “royalty” produced by Hollyweird is going to fill those empty spaces. But we are indoctrinated into hero worship of stars early in life and so many spend their lives following celebrity news.
How’s it working out? How enriching is it to wallow in degeneracy?
The life of Carrie Fisher illustrates how a 60 year old woman who looks 70ish can end up dead 18 years before the average lifespan of a typical American woman says she should be dead.
Read the first paragraph very carefully and consider the message.
CARRIE Fisher was Hollywood royalty — by birth, on screen in the Star Wars saga, and through her many dramatic and groundbreaking deeds: “My shrink said, ‘If you worked in a supermarket they would’ve institutionalised you at 20’,” she said in a 2009 interview. “But because I come from Hollywood there’s so much that’s considered OK.”
The actor and writer died at 8.55am local time Tuesday morning in Los Angeles, after suffering a heart attack on a flight from London to LA last Friday. She was aged 60.
Her life had encompassed battles with mental illness and drug addiction, divorce and motherhood, tabloid scandals and her own blunt revelations.
Fisher was born to actor Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher in 1956. She was just two when her father left Reynolds for family friend Elizabeth Taylor.
She told NPR radio in the US earlier this year that she didn’t have to “go into” show business — “I was never out,” she said. “I was put in my mother’s nightclub act when I was 13.”
Fisher didn’t enjoy that early start and would beat herself up for the smallest mistakes — “I did not want to be in show business,” she said. “It was not fun.”
She’d also seen what her parents had been through as their careers diminished and did not want it for herself.
“Celebrity is just obscurity biding its time,” she told New York Magazine decades later.
Yet, aged 19, she was on the big screen with Warren Beatty in Shampoo. By 21, she was one of the most recognisable women in the world thanks to just her second film job, Star Wars.
Fisher has said she was smoking marijuana as a 13-year-old. She later battled addiction to prescription pills and other substances, which she wrote about in the thinly-veiled fiction of her acclaimed 1987 novel Postcards From the Edge. She also scripted the Oscar-nominated film version of Postcards, which starred Shirley MacLaine and Meryl Streep.
In her one-woman show/book Wishful Drinking, Fisher said that living with bipolar disorder/manic depression took “a tremendous amount of balls” and could be “an all-consuming challenge”.
“They should issue medals along with the steady stream of medication.”
Five years ago, Fisher spoke with Oprah Winfrey about how regular electroshock therapy had helped ease the symptoms of her depression.
Fisher began dating singer Paul Simon around the time the first Star Wars film was released — they married in 1983 and divorced the following year. Fisher then had a daughter, Billie, in 1992 with talent agent Bryan Lourd, but he left her for another man. “Turning people gay is kind of a superpower of mine,” she once wrote.
She revealed her affair with co-star Ford in The Princess Diarist this year, after finding old journals from the time she was making Star Wars. She was 19 at the time, he 33 and married with kids. Fisher confessed to PBS she didn’t think the revelation would cause as much of a fuss as it did, but refuted the idea that celebrities are doomed to such behaviour: “Infidelity isn’t exclusive to show business,” she laughed.
In a statement following Fisher’s death, Ford said she was “one of a kind … brilliant, original” and “funny and emotionally fearless”.
“She lived her life bravely,” Ford said.
She lived her life bravely?
F*ck you, Harrison Ford. The brave ones are the folks who stay married, crawl out of bed for 40 years to go to a factory job, and then retire for a year or two before they die of exhaustion.
The brave ones are the everyday Americans, not you shit Hollywood royalty.
Maybe it’s just me, but I detect a lot of insincerity in the comments that stars speak when one of their own dies. If they told the truth, they’d probably have to kill themselves.