What’s wrong with a little ‘Celebssession’?

Should I have categorised this as creative due to the wonderful coinage in the title, I ponder as I think about how to start this piece. Am I being a bit full of myself? Probably, my mind answers, but it’s about to get worse. Celebssession, my dear Watson readers is what I define as an, often excessive, interest in celebrities, their careers and their lives (what most would probably refer to as the culture of celebrity).

I’m going to start this off by referring you to my about page where I declare: “I’m a member of the Panic! At The Disco fanclub (a bit archaic, but I love meeting bands and famous people) and I go to conventions a fair bit.”, because I feel like it may give you an introduction to what I’m going to say. I love meeting celebrities. Other than it being an episode preview, the main reason I went to the BFI screening last week was to meet the cast and I’ve recently taken up the hobby of writing fanmail to celebs to obtain autographs.

“Why would you do that?” I hear you ask. “Isn’t it a bit weird/obsessive/pathetic (delete as appropriate?)” No, my readers, no it is not. In most cases celebrities are famous for doing something we ourselves want to do. Their primary function is to be admired, whether they deserve it or not. When I look at par example Hayley Williams, I think “Wow I want her body”, or “Damn I wish I could sing in a rock band” and rather unashamedly “How awesome would it be to be as famous as her?” If you are to believe the gossip created by her former bandmate Josh Farro, then she once thought the same (not about herself obviously, because that would be some weird sort of paradox).

Hayley Williams at Nottingham Trent Arena in 2010, Credit (c) Abby Speakman

There’s nothing wrong with a little admiration. There is of course an argument of privacy, and I agree it can go too far. I’ve seen people on forums asking for a private address to send an autograph to due to the actor’s agent sending out printed autographs, which is very much overstepping the mark. However slamming gossip magazines for their celebrity based contents to me seems stupid.

I hate to go down the they-put-themselves-out-there argument but to some respects its true. While they don’t deserve the negative comments these magazines sometimes publish, it’s essentially fueled by people’s interest. Let’s face it, everyone loves a good gossip and a rumour. It’s part of human nature, and this ‘culture of celebrity’ isn’t a bad thing. It gives people hope – much like for example someone in money troubles who aspires to win the lottery – that they could someday be like them.

I’m about to admit something that many people would say is a bad quality – I love attention, and in some respects I believe everyone does. When I was younger, I loved playing pretend, and my favourite game was what-if-I-knew-Britney-Spears, often involving some sort of scenario where she was undercover (you can imagine my surprise when the Disney Channel started playing Hannah Montana, which is still one of my favourite shows). I had dancing classes from the age of four, as well as acting and singing classes, and at my the caravan park where my parents’ caravan was situated I entered the talent competition every year. When I stopped dancing aged 12, I started musical theatre classes, followed by Rock School because I relish in limelight. I ran for Youth Council and School Council and UK Youth Parliament to differentiate myself from the crowd. And I believe wholeheartedly that this is the quality that drives me to success.

Any success I have in life has purely come from a desire to be noticed like the people you see on TV and read about online. This is not a bad thing, because it’s got me where I am today. I thank that drive I’ve always had to be centre-of-attention because it kept me working, kept me dreaming and most of all kept me succeeding.

In fact, maybe my next letter should be to the Princess of Pop herself to thank her for everything she’s done for me.

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