Heck, it’s not even good make-up.
Here’s twenty Wholly Weird Stars before and after Age.
Damn, it’s…it’s almost like they not special, or anything.
All we ever liked them for was that they were pretty, and that fades with age.
Why do we keep listening to these wealthy old parasites when they tell us how to live our own lives? They’re no better than us; all they could ever do was pretend to be somebody else. To be fake. Fake-smart, fake-nice, fake-holy, fake-inspired, fake-brave, fake-patriotic. They come up with the timely answers and quick retorts because somebody else, sitting at a keyboard, spent hours agonizing over their words.
Mind, I like them in their place. I think story telling is a crucial, primary human activity, and all these people are first and foremost story tellers. Many of them have recorded performances which will, and should, live for generations.
But off-camera worship? Trusting these people to tell us how to manage our pocketbooks, our culture, our government, our planet — come on, get real.
They’re not gods; they only play them on TV.