What is it about celebrityness? What makes it apparently so damaging? Why do many celebrities take many lethal drugs - or least drugs that are lethal in conjunction with each other - and why do they party so unbelievably hard and without let-up? Do you know anyone who can party that much and still function at all? Why do they all seem to forget that what got them their success was almost always dedication and single-minded focus and, oh yes, talent and love of creativity and their art? Do piles of money and vast amounts of fame radiate a blinding light that makes it impossible to see or even remember one's extraordinary talent, artistry and self-discipline? Think Brittany Murphy, Elvis Presley, Jean Seberg, Heath Ledger, Rudolph Valentino, James Dean, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Anna Nicole Smith, River Phoenix, John Belushi, Freddie Prinze, Rebecca Schaeffer, John Kennedy Jr. . . . . Although death isn't always the result, the own-foot-shooting of people like Tiger Woods, Lindsay Lohan, the Olsens, and Michael Jackson are in the same category. It's so very very sad and puzzling and it seems so unnecessary and preventable.
Update. Today's quote of the day: "Talent does what it can; genius does what it must."
(Robert Bulwer-Lytton). I'm not sure how it applies but it seems relevant.
Labels: people of note, sadness, surprises