Wicked thoughts again on a Wicked Wednesday. Back to those celebrities once more as everyone tells me the judge did not heed our request and give Paris more than 45 days. In fact, he cut her sentence down to 23 days to be served in a “Cell” with another girl from a similar background. At least the legal system knows it’s time for some discipline.
So why do we follow Paris’s exploits? I guess because it’s annoying that someone born with a platinum spoon in her mouth doesn’t understand just how fortunate she is.
As for Britney and Lindsey — What fascinates us about them? What is it that makes us so interested in celebrities?
I’m sure psychologists somewhere will have some clinical definition for our fascination. I’ve decided to call it the Pluck or Luck It Could Be Me Syndrome. Let’s face it, there are every day people — like Brit and La Lohan — who by Pluck or Luck have managed to become rich and famous.
Inside of us is the Cinderella who says, if I keep on trying or if I’m lucky, I could be that way as well. We say to ourselves that even if I’m not so plucky or lucky, at least I’ll be better off than I am today.
And when people do manage to accomplish that Cinderella story and then seem on the verge of tossing it away, it pisses us off because we know that if we were in the same position, WE WOULDN’T throw it all away.
Or would we? How many times do you hear that tale about the Lotto Millionaire who is now bankrupt or who had nothing but bad luck since winning the lottery?
Does good luck suddenly turn bad when someone becomes rich and famous? What do you think? What would you do if by pluck or luck you found yourself in their shoes? Would you even want to be in their shoes?
Inquiring minds want to know.
P.S. — This inquiring mind also thinks that you make your own luck.