The song is about fame, specifically somebody who wants to be famous but isn’t too happy about all that being famous entails.
I know for a fact that I would be a terrible celebrity and I have absolutely no desire to be famous in any way. I would definitely not want people to stop me on the street and ask for my autograph, nor would I like to be disturbed while having a meal in a restaurant or while travelling on holiday.
I would definitely not want paparazzi to stalk me relentlessly in order to capture me on photo in an embarrassing pose or situation, resulting in my face (and possibly worse) being splashed over the internet or in the tabloid news.
Worse, I wouldn’t want people from my past selling terrible stories about me to the press for money and their own fame.
It would be a nightmare.
And, to be honest, I can’t believe that people crave fame so much, Do they know what they are letting themselves in for?
I laugh when certain celebrities constantly seek the spotlight, prostituting themselves for recognition and then, when they have had enough, lash out at the very people they are trying to impress when caught at a low point.
I’ve seen so many celebrity meltdowns when a paparazzo has caught them off guard or when a shy fan catches them in a bad mood. It’s a paradox I can’t explain.
I realise that everybody deep down has an introverted part of themselves that needs solace in their own company but surely if you are the kind of person who throws yourself out there for adoration and fame, you must realise that this part of you will rarely get a chance to surface.
I also don’t understand why somebody should be famous for absolutely nothing, that is the kind of person who has nothing in their portfolio other than making an arse of themselves on a reality television show like Big Brother. These people are mostly just arses who are willing to humiliate themselves to gain fans but have absolutely no discernible talent.
And what of the fans who love these sad attention seekers?
Why would anybody be a fan of Kim Kardashian????
It is beyond belief.
In my view, a true celebrity is somebody who should be celebrated for having done something worthwhile – even better if they did so without even trying. Musicians who make people happy through their music, actors who whose talents move people in movies and plays, authors who write brilliant books, comedians who make everybody laugh; there are many more examples of people whose work should be celebrated – that’s the origin of the word “celebrity”, for crying out loud.
What I really hate are those celebrities who assume that they are better than normal people like me. You know the kind I mean; the kind of person who walks up to restaurants and say:
“Get me a table now! Do you know who I am?”
There are many examples of “divas” who seem to think that the rest of us are sub-human. Here are some examples of laughable diva behaviour:
Justin Timberlake has one of his staff disinfect every doorknob he comes into contact with every two hours.
Britney Spears threatened to sue a London venue $5000 if the phone rang in her dressing room.
Any chauffeur who drives Kanye West must wear cotton clothes. Man-made fibre is not allowed.
Adele sent hotel staff on a 140 mile round trip to fetch pizza from her favourite pizzeria at 11pm. When it arrived finally a few hours later, she was asleep so it remained uneaten.
Mariah Carey had to be lowered onto a sofa on a TV show so that she wouldn’t crease her dress.
Jennifer Lopez has to have everything white including flowers, tables and tablecloths, candles, settees and curtains.
There are hundreds more if you care to look.
Personally, I rate myself higher than each of these bozos.
Because I am a nice guy – and that’s probably why I would be the world’s worst celebrity.