I don't know what it is exactly. It could be overexposure. But I think it something more than that. I think its the breathless fawning over certain celebrities by the media. I think its the concept that a certain person is just unquestionably beautiful. A certain person sort of represents sexuality on a level that can not be denied. I think that in every relationship there are certain people who are "on limits" so to speak. Certain people that it is mutually acceptable to consider attractive, from your signifigant others point of view. Like for example, I have never been with a girl with whom it would be acceptable for me to find Pamela Anderson attractive. Luckily I don't find her to be that Attractive, but thats a good thing since it would only mean trouble. Conversely I'd say that most women I've been with would agree with me saying something like, "I don't know what it is, but in spite of myself I think Jenny McCarthy is hot." It's not something I'm likely to say often, but I have said it. The strange thing is that on the face of it there is not a lot of difference, asthetically speaking, between Jenny McCarthy and Pamela Anderson when judged on a scale of all human beings on the planet. So what is that strange X-factor. I'm getting a little off topic here, but I'm laying the foundation so bear with me. Anyway, I'd also say that another person who was on the "safe" list with most women I've been with is Angelina Jolie. In fact I've only known one girl who violently hated her with the venom usually saved for pornstars like Jenna Jameson.
At any rate, it's official. I am sick of Angelina Jolie. I have officially decided that she's "not really all that". don't get me wrong. I drooled over her as much as the next guy during the pool scene in Hackers. I think her star started to loose its luster during an interview that I saw her do to support Tomb Raider. When asked what she thought of the game she said, without even pausing, "Oh I haven't ever played it. I'm not really into video games." She was really dismissive. The guy doing the interview didn't really press it but I would have said, "Really so you don't have a problem with making all this money playing a character loved by millions? Why do you think we the gaming public should accept you playing this role if you're to good for the medium that spawned it?" The simple answer is...becuase I have big tits and big lips. That's about it. When I hear Angelina talk about her "Craft" I just want to puke. It's bad enough to hear any actor talk about their craft, but to her some chick who won the genetic lottery talk about the 'art' of playing a video game character. Give it up. You are just an element of a global marketing campaign. At best you could say she became a sort of living logo...or an extension of the branding. Anyway so that is when I first started to think to myself, "I'm not falling for this shit. I don't care what she looks like this chick is ugly...like 'on the inside' ugly. Now that doesn't jive with all her humanitarian work. But I know she still eats at fancy resturants when she goes to the cannes film festival. It's not like she's living full time in a mud hut in Africa or something. But the thing that gets me about the whole cult of beauty in the united states is the fact that you hear people talking about her as if it is a forgone conclusion that she is the most beautiful woman in the world. I don't konw. Seems like kind of a narrow scope of beauty.
I got interuppted mid flow...and reading over this I'm not sure where I was going with it. Basically one of the guys I work with has Angelina all over his desk...and I was like, man...aren't you sick of her? And he was like, "How could you ever get sick of the most beautiful woman in the world?" So I started thinking about how I felt about that statement...
Anyway...I gotta get back to work. Looks like I'll be taking over the early shift for a few weeks. can't complain here since the overtime has started to pile up...and I wouldn't mind cutting out of here at 3PM sharpish everyday...going...well there you go suckers...see you later.