Shakespeare wouldn’t make it now, if he did he’d be on CBB, have a clothing line and be a rep for FitTea.
I remember when I was younger, I’m guessing it was about 2010, and I inappropriately watched Ricky Gervais’ tour DVD for Fame, yeah it was the noughties, it was a crazy time, we had DVDs. He got onto one topic which intrigued me: fame.
In his skit, he explained that being famous used to mean something, you would invent an object, do good, explore where no one had been before, or were the best at what you did. He pointed to, Galileo or Isaac Newton. But in the twenty-first century:
‘there’s no difference between fame and infamy. There’s a new school of professional famous people that don’t do anything. They don’t create anything’.
His point was that people can do stupid sh*t or have no particular talent but instead of being ignored, and ending up working in MacDonald’s, they now get 15 minutes in the spotlight. This relates to the rise of the reality star.
He pointed to Kinga Karolczak, her claim to fame was that during Big Brother 6, she put a wine bottle in her lady garden — even imagining this makes me turn into a raisin.
In 2017 we don’t quite have a direct comparison, so I point to our equivalents. They have no obvious talents, no real reason to be famous, even the Kardashian’s have more of a right to the title of celebrity. However, they badly present, or are on, all shows on MTV. They have clothing lines, fitness DVDs, make-up products, and shamelessly promote brands. They also inexplicably have millions of followers across social media.
I’m talking about the casts of Geordie Shore, Love Island, and other rubbish. Reality programmes that attract the simple-minded, hapless individuals who want a bit of gratification.
I’m sure many will read this and think ‘oh it’s just entertainment’, yeah, but it’s not. These people are getting the exposure others deserve far more. Because of their fame we as an age group are, potentially, becoming Generation Dips*it. I’ve seen so many tweets and statuses about everyone on Love Island and my only words are f*cking hell!
Thanks to the growth of social media platforms, there are numerous ways in which important events are publicised, in theory making us more informed. For instance, BBC, Sky or The Telegraph have Facebook pages, Snapchat icons, Twitter accounts and apps.
During the general election we were supposedly the generation of young people who were switched on about important political and social issues; we showed our support and criticism for parties and leaders. There were posts about it left, right and centre. What happened?
The problem is, in everyday life, our generation doesn’t care for the monotonous breakdown of Michael Gov’s environmental policy — not when we can catch-up on the juicy gossip regarding the latest episode of Love Island.
It worries me that our generation spends so much time talking and learning about people who aren’t famous for achievements in sport, the arts, innovation or humanitarian work.
If you said the words ‘reality star’ ten years ago people would name someone obscure, that you either recognised from Big Brother or Iceland adverts. They filled up car-crash TV slots and were the brunt of comedian’s jokes. Now however, thanks to the success of people like the Kardashians, they are the most followed celebrities on social media, have a foot in every product and rack in more money for appearances than conventional stars.
Have our lives become so boring that sh*t TV 10 years ago is now top class entertainment?
I mean, I do secretly love Gogglebox, but really? We now find it funny to watch others watch TV?
I’m not saying we all have to talk finances and Nietzsche. But literally, discussing the complexities of the Mighty Boosh shows more intelligence than reality TV gossip.
Thing is, they aren’t even ‘real’, all their drama is staged (painfully I’ll add), and they repeat the same storylines over and over again. They are famous for being attractive, or at least becoming attractive, through ‘working out’ (cough) surgery (cough).
Great message to our society, don’t worry about the brains just be peng.
When I say attractive, I mean their boobs, arses and lips are inflated like balloons, whilst their stomachs are sucked in by Victorian corsets and lipo. And to anyone who is thinking ‘you’d do it too if you could’, maybe, but not to the point that I am unrecognisable and go from reality celebrity to blow-up sex doll.
These ludicrous celebrities are essentially, cheap, carbon copy Barbie and Ken dolls, ready to be replaced by a fresh batch every five years or so. It’s fine though, by this point their careers will likely have shifted to mundane daytime TV — Charlotte Crosby on Loose Women? And they’ll appear on ‘celebrity’ versions of talent shows; Geordies in the Jungle, perhaps.
None of this is meant as cruel mockery, I’m not trying to be funny. Charlotte Crosby has multiple autobiographies and a fashion line with In The Style UK. And yet she has no past experience or qualifications in writing or designing, the only details concerning her education on the internet state that she got good grades at school and considered a Criminology degree.
I on the other hand, a second year History student with various work experience for newspapers and media companies, struggle to get a week’s unpaid placement for a regional paper whose main headlines concern the local shopping centre. And what about all of those innovative and creative designers, who spends years working on their craft?
It’s insulting more than anything, you can work your arse off for years, killing yourself with how many hours you put in. And just because someone can take a good selfie and sh*t in a sink on TV, they suddenly become qualified at doing everything, whilst doing nothing?
Don’t want to end on a miserable note, here is the link to the Huffington Post’s ‘25 Most Influential Young People In The World!’