October 21, 2013 by phicks2012
As poetic, semi-comedic mini-rants go, this probably isn’t remarkable. I do, however, hope that it is quasi-entertaining.
To be a celebrity, in bygone days, required seeds of brilliance in quantities rare,
But now to be famous, with branding that pays, calls only for styling, large breasts, or big hair.
We’ve e’er worshipped beauty, but not so long past that wasn’t sufficient to make one a star.
Ability mattered, not joining a cast that struck hip-shot poses in outfits bizarre.
A star needed talent to touch the world’s soul; to bring tears or laughter with roles that inspired.
A star wasn’t someone on fashion patrol, with bling or stillettos to get them admired.
So choose well your idols, for whom you adore, says much of your character, and of your taste.
If you worship shallowness, just keeping score of what they are wearing your goals are misplaced.
It just shouldn’t matter what some “housewife” wears, or what some “Kardashian” has on her feet.
The tabloids can fret over wardrobe repairs. Such vain aspirations should be obsolete.
We should admire talent and character more, and over-priced handbags and jewelry less,
For we are defined by the things we adore; the heroes we honor; the dreams we express.
[07 September, 2013]