First Name Basis
I would apologize to my devoted readers for sadly neglecting this blog in favor of 1) keeping my day job and 2) posting on my primary blog, but I doubt this blog has attracted many devoted readers, given just how sadly I've neglected it.
This has to stop, doesn't it. I've got to be a better Bored Dominatrix, and maybe that involves expanding my interests, horizons and repertoire. I had particular and specialized goals for this blog when I started it, but now perhaps it's time to broaden its scope.
My friend Saviour Onassis has two blogs: While You're on Your Knees, where he writes about his life and stuff; and Queerest of the Queer, where he bitches about celebrities he hates and fawns over those he loves. I don't live in Hollywood and work in "the industry" like SO, so I know much less about famous people and what they do; I have a geeky academic job in the Northeast, and mostly I blog about my life and literature and religion and so forth. But every so often I do feel the need to say something about fame, and my other blog isn't the place for it, so I guess I'll say it here.
What I have to say right now is this: don't the people who follow celebrities realize that there is a freakin' HIERARCHY? And that this first-name basis business only works if we all agree who is famous enough to be identified accurately by a first name?
For instance: on Thursday, December 8, in an email digest of Salon's current offerings, I read this headline from its column the Fix: "Nicole dumped?" Of course I was anxious to know what new heartbreak had befallen that luminous blonde actress who first captured my fancy in To Die For. I was all set to be indignant, because this woman deserves some happiness to go with her talent and success, goddamnit!
But when I clicked on the link, it was about freakin' Nicole Richie! Nicole Richie?!? Nicole Richie is NOT Nicole; she is Nicole Richie. The only person who deserves to be known only as Nicole is Ms. Kidman.
This better not happen again.
This has to stop, doesn't it. I've got to be a better Bored Dominatrix, and maybe that involves expanding my interests, horizons and repertoire. I had particular and specialized goals for this blog when I started it, but now perhaps it's time to broaden its scope.
My friend Saviour Onassis has two blogs: While You're on Your Knees, where he writes about his life and stuff; and Queerest of the Queer, where he bitches about celebrities he hates and fawns over those he loves. I don't live in Hollywood and work in "the industry" like SO, so I know much less about famous people and what they do; I have a geeky academic job in the Northeast, and mostly I blog about my life and literature and religion and so forth. But every so often I do feel the need to say something about fame, and my other blog isn't the place for it, so I guess I'll say it here.
What I have to say right now is this: don't the people who follow celebrities realize that there is a freakin' HIERARCHY? And that this first-name basis business only works if we all agree who is famous enough to be identified accurately by a first name?
For instance: on Thursday, December 8, in an email digest of Salon's current offerings, I read this headline from its column the Fix: "Nicole dumped?" Of course I was anxious to know what new heartbreak had befallen that luminous blonde actress who first captured my fancy in To Die For. I was all set to be indignant, because this woman deserves some happiness to go with her talent and success, goddamnit!
But when I clicked on the link, it was about freakin' Nicole Richie! Nicole Richie?!? Nicole Richie is NOT Nicole; she is Nicole Richie. The only person who deserves to be known only as Nicole is Ms. Kidman.
This better not happen again.
posted by bluestocking at 12:47 PM
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