If I was a Celebrity
If was a celebrity I think I might just go ahead and hire a photographer to follow me around for a day to snap a couple thousand photos of me in compromising and/or potentially embarrassing poses. You know, like shoving a fat, greasy Philly Cheese Steak into my mouth, scratching my ass, jamming a finger up my nose, ogling a big breasted woman as she passes me by, plenty of retarded faces and plumber’s crack shots.
You then set up a website, throw up a nifty photo gallery and be done with it. Not like it’ll prevent future photos, but unless it’s something major, a penis in the mash potatoes, you know, something along those lines, then the novelty factor isn’t there anymore - been there done that with this dude.
It’s kinda the expectation of perfection that haunts you. You’re not. So get it over with.
Plus, if you were uber-famous you could probably make some money by selling those compromising photos of yourself to the tabloids when your career starts to flag. It’s always good to have a backup plan…
April 20th 2008 - 9:22amNo doubt huh Adam? Having a little stash in case of a sputtering career might not be such a bad idea. You know, it’s hard to put yourself in their shoes, but I’ve never quite understood why more celebrities don’t work the system more. Seems like it’s ripe to be fucked with on lots of levels.
Thanks for dropping by Adam. Always nice when someone takes a little time to drop a comment.
April 20th 2008 - 11:38pm