Paris Hilton, Jenny McCarthy, and Kim Kardashian are all famous people—that’s a given. Riddle me this: What are they famous for? What have they accomplished? Are they Oscar winners? Emmys? Hmm… no. In fact, I would postulate that if they weren’t rich, or if they had not made a sex tape or posed nude or a combination of these that they would not be famous. I would further assert that their fame has been generated because they have exploited themselves.
So called “leaked” sex tapes launched Paris Hilton’s fame first, then Kim Kardashian’s later. Jenny McCarthy has demonstrated over and over again that she’s, well, let’s just say, she’s not a deep thinker. So why do we consider her famous? Because she was a Playboy magazine centerfold? That’s all I can find.
They are not alone. Tom Brokaw, certainly an accomplished man, will be awarded the Presidential Metal of Freedom—REALLY? I like Mr. Brokaw, what has he done to merit the Presidential Metal of Freedom?
We’ve become a nation where there are fake famous people, we don’t keep score at juvenile games so feelings aren’t hurt, we give trophies to everyone to preserve self–esteem and we kowtow to Muslims allowing them to “worship” in the National Cathedral.
I grew up with real celebrities and heroes—the likes of Dwight Eisenhower, Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne, Elizabeth Taylor, John F. Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, and Neil Armstrong. We kept score and were competitive and if feelings were hurt—know what?—we got over it. We didn’t need watches because we went home at dusk. No one had to tell us “don’t try this at home” because we knew Yosemite Sam, Bugs Bunny, Willie Coyote, and the Road Runner were just cartoons.
We’ve gone through the “looking glass” and the world is upside down. But, know what? It’s not new. In Isaiah we read:
20 Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter!
21 Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes,
and shrewd in their own sight. —Isaiah 5.20–21
Though it’s little comfort, the writer of Ecclesiastes wrote, “There’s nothing new under the sun.”