It would be rude of me to ask if you have ever seen a sex tape, and ruder still I suppose to inquire as to your possible starring role in one. As I spinster I can assure you that my theatrical inclinations are limited to pretending I am interested in the lives of my friends’ children, but if attending a screening of Debbie Does Dallas counts as watching a sex tape, then I guess I have. I understand that what one or more consenting adults do in the privacy of his/her/their bedroom is his/her/their business, and if the inclination is to memorialize the activity electronically, whether for future reference or as means of sending Uncle Jonas into cardiac arrest for early collection on an inheritance, so be it. But let’s be honest, you and I are but faces in the crowd, and it’s highly unlikely that no one save a few intimates is going to be much interested in our celluloid escapades.
But not everybody who opens up for the camera is a private citizen, and the public’s need to know about the lives of the rich and famous pretty much demands that Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee use the subtle angle of a ceiling-mounted video cam to give us the skinny on those parts of their bodies that are not tattooed and those unconventional parts that are. Sometimes, of course, a fledging actress such as Paris Hilton, she of the life-like appearance in such gems as House of Wax and the Hottie and the Nottie, needs to give her career a goose. A release of an independently produced cinema verite in which the depths of her capacities are plumbed could be just the thang.
Between the worlds of the hoi polloi and the Hollywood bottom feeders, though, is the middle ground of people who are in the news because they are newsmakers or because their fifteen minutes are ticking. In the latter instance I think of Carrie Prejean, who’s so 2009 that I probably need to remind you who she used to be: the Miss California contestant who briefly became the poster girl for what she called “opposite marriage.” Her career as a spokes model came to a premature end, though, when the poster turned out to be of the centerfold variety, and an iPhone app of her making her own fun became available. Presumably Miss Prejean is back in her aptly named hometown of El Cajon, where one supposes she is even unto this day licking her…wounds.
But the blockbuster sex tape has got to be the truth-is-stranger-than-fiction one of the ambulance-chasing shyster turned one-term senator turned also-ran presidential candidate John Edwards and his extramarital cupcake Rielle Hunter. As cupcakes go, Miss Hunter is in a class by herself, and I mean than as a complement. She’s stayed out the public eye, and she doesn’t appear to have a book deal in the offing. Edwards himself though is a different kettle of fish. I’d always suspected that his perfect coif was a substitute codpiece, and now that we’re pretty sure his extra-conjugal congress has been recorded for posterity—if the National Enquirer says so, it must be true—I am feeling rather smug that my suspicions have been confirmed.
You know, I can almost understand why a Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, or even a Carrie Prejean would engage in a little boudoir porn. It kinda fits their bleachy blond beach bod personae, and in the sorry world of popular culture it probably is a good career move. But for an over-the-hill adulterer who aspires to public office to yell “Action!” before jumping into the sack? He may have proven that he doesn’t shoot blanks, but he surely shot himself in the foot.
Before I began writing this post I asked myself, “what is left to say about John Edwards?” Six hundred and forty-seven words later I have my answer: nothing.
First of all, I would just like to say how wonderful it feels to be writing again! I love talking and praying to you, but I have also enjoyed the special times when I can put my words on something more tangible that lasts. I have been pretty much refined to bed for two weeks, so my most indulgent form of entertainment, has unfortunately been the television. I have followed the news rather closely and I am somewhat amazed at the amount of attention and fame one will acquire by NOT using their better judgement.
In the case of the “uninvited guests” who decided to crash the White House Party, I have to admit that other than the guests of distinguished governmental attendee’s and perhaps some journalists who have maintained their quality and moral compass when reporting our worldly news, I can’t imagine why one would risk imprisonment to attend such an event. I know that we all have the urge to want to feel important, and to be the invited guest to American royalty, but I suppose that if I were given 15 minutes to share the table with someone of affluence and character–then I wouldn’t want to crash a party in order to have that interview.
Of all the hollywood celebrity that flood our media these days, it is frightening to see how our young people are emulating the rough and unsavory un-moralistic behaviors of teen idols. The Brittney Spears, and Paris Hilton’s of our world, have proved their true colors the last few years, and I believe that, for the most part, many girls are seeing that the mistakes they made are truly that, not entertaining, but flat out mistakes. Although I may be the minority of some, I have to admit that I would not choose President Obama to spend an evening with interviewing and dining with either. Although I understand that by being an American citizen, we are privledged to live in a Democracy where we are able to live freely and have the ability to vote, whereby choosing who we elect and put into the office of Commander and Chief. I do indeed take that liberty with pride and I am a registered voter. I do not agree with liberal issues that most find, our God given right, so with dignity, I will choose to keep in prayer, that our country will turn from the issues that bring us so far from our Christian roots. The only real hope for us now, is to give every moment to insuring that we are never lazy in our pursuit to instill Christian values into our lives and be the proper example to the next generation.
If we are not vigilant in our values that we express to our children, then they will continue to think that the behaviors of the most popular icons of todays world, are there for their commercial value of entertainment and that it’s okay for them to live their lives doing whatever they feel is necessary to achieve success and self gratification. I was always so very careful about what my children were exposed to when they were young. I know that my children were sometimes mocked for not being allowed to see the same movies and play the same video games as their peers, but I just felt that I had to make the decision based on my own moral value scale. Not, what was being decided by the entertainment industry. While most teens these days are so conscience of the Hollywood characters that are spashed on the cover of every magazine, I must continue to hold firm to my belief that the most important people in our lives, do not dress in Dolce and Gabana, but are the heroes who give of themselves, freely to help others and improve their lives, through the knowledge of Christ Jesus.
If we were given 15 minutes to interview someone of fame, I have to ask myself, who would I choose? I know that I wouldn’t not turn to the tabloids for the juicy comments that follow Jon and Kate. I wouldn’t choose to spend my last dollar on a ball-gown and sneak into a White House party. I wouldn’t enter a night club for a chance to see a rock star who is trying desperately, to swallow their troubles in a wine glass. I couldn’t choose to have lunch with America’s Next Top Model….Heaven know’s I’d probably starve to death, before the interview! Neither, would I fake a talent (that obviously I lack)….just to get a peek at Simon Cowl, although the entertainment in the waiting line, might just be worth a great laugh!
No, in all honesty, if I were given 15 minutes, I believe that I would have to choose that time very wisely. I have often thought about this. Perhaps those that top my list, have gone on to be with You, and they are spending their days in the company of Angels and their Savior. But, as for the living prospects…One in particular person, that I would love to meet, is actually the son of a very famous man of God. Jonathan Falwell could tell of the enormous impact that his own father has had on millions of people throughout years of service to Our King. The memories that I’m sure Jerry shared with his children, would be worth every ticking second of my time. To discover that over the years–He was privy to the very moment when countless individuals spoke the words that would change their lives, and their future forever more. To know that He was there when someone, with tear streaked cheeks, took that long walk down a crowded isle…to meet someone at the altar, and say “I surrender all”, I want to ask Christ to forgive me for being a sinner” I want to accept this man, Jesus, to come into my heart and I want to live for Him for the rest of my life.”
This is the kind of “fame” that comes without the perks that fill little bags full of expensive goodies to those who are chosen to walk the “red carpet” on awards night. This is the kind of emotional fulfillment that can’t be satisfied by money, fame, fortune, or notoriety. This is the truest form of spiritual greatness that deems the most important moments of our life. I can’t imagine being able to see those remarkable moments on a daily basis in my life. That is the most exceptional job that we can serve. The mission field is full of individuals who go without any aminities of luxury or even conveinence for that matter. But, yet, they are some of the happiest and joyful people that one could ever meet. This says it all! We need to consider who we find interesting enough to consume our time and attention these days. I know that it is so easy to find excitement in those who live troubling lives. Tiger Woods is now a household name, for entirely different reasons than his awesome golf swing. Sadly, I know that in the end, when he has lost everything that truly held value in his emotional life, he will have to ask himself why he made such poor choices to find happiness. There is only one way to find it….One Man…who gave ALL that He had to give to ALL others, who choose life over death. This is the one who deserves the attention of all mankind.
God, help me to make the kind of choices that only bring honor to You. I want to continue to teach my children that we only have one life to live, and only one voice to speak to others with. Our actions do speak louder than words, more often than any of us would like to admit. I know that when I arrive in heaven….there is a list a mile long, of those whom I would be honored to share a table to dine with, and just listen to the stories of how they loved You enough to give their lives in the sacrifice for meeting friends and family in a reunion that will make Glorified Headlines!
I give honor to those who give so freely to You, and know who deserves honor without requiring Fame,
On an episode of I Get That A Lot, Paris Hilton works as a gas station attendant at VIP gas as she attempts to go under the radar. And we love it!
She laughs at herself, asks the guy from Family Matters for an autograph and offers to fill up a woman’s tank for free because she didn’t have any $$$$$.
Watch the clip (above) to see a more mature and HIGHlarious Paris Hilton!
I just clicked on a link titled “California hit by ‘Paris Hilton syndrome.’” It was an article about how Chihuahuas are overflowing in kennels in California. Here’s the story if you’re actually interested.
Obviously, this was not the story I was expecting based on the title. I thought the story would read something like “Paris Hilton finally gets around to having sex with entire West Coast. Not people living on coast, the actual coast.” Maybe even something like “Men line up for pleasure from Paris and sister (I think her name is Charlene, or something).
My other thought was “Has the entire state of California dropped 50 IQ points, filmed each other masturbating, and suddenly thought they’d be a great parent?
Executives at New York-based firm Gwyneth Shoes are suing the dumb blonde for trademark and patent infringement, according to documents filed last week.
Hilton has been accused of stealing the idea to include a heart-shaped pad on her heels’ insoles, a design the brand’s bosses claim they filed to patent in 2007.
The heiress released the range in question in February 2008.
Now attorneys for Gwyneth Shoes are demanding that Hilton must hand over every pair of shoes that feature the pink heart.
Not to worry paris maybe they will expand there shoe range to fit lil pooches!!!
Dear God,