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Few people who spend time in Hollywood’s hot spots have never been mistreated by a celebrity. A sense of entitlement surrounds many of these stars, who believe they deserve special privileges because people know their faces, but then bridle when people ask them for autographs. It’s always a surprise in Hollywood when someone turns out not to be inconceivably rude and arrogant.
Even from afar, they appear to be some of the world’s most dislikable folks. They sneer at traditional moral standards; they proclaim moral superiority for their agenda, even as they destroy their own private lives. They don’t give a damn about marriage or children, but believe that driving a Prius buys them a one-way ticket into Paradise, where they will be serviced by 72 Vegas showgirls. ( At the Four Seasons, there are probably more Priuses than Mercedes – the left’s system of buying indulgences so as not to be lumped in with the “99%” is working well.)
That’s why we were looking forward to seeing Ricky Gervais brutalize them on national television – they deserve it. And then Gervais failed us. Sure, it was fun watching him put holier-than-thou, full-time-Jack-Sparrow-accented Johnny Depp to shame by asking him whether he’d used recreational drugs or seen The Tourist. It was even fun to watch him basically label Madonna a slut. But that was as far as he went. He didn’t smack around the celebrities for their “we heal the world” pretensions. He didn’t point out the obvious: that these people play-act for a living, and aren’t royalty.
Meanwhile, our self-appointed royals did what they do best: they insulted Americans with their witless self-congratulation. It’s that they took the opportunity to make vulgar jokes simply to stick out their tongues at our supposed Puritanism. Thus we had Gervais, and Tina Fey and Jane Lynch, and George Clooney, and Seth Rogan, making penis jokes. Is this the best Hollywood has to offer?
To add injury to insult, they then focused on shows and movies nobody had ever seen. The inherent message: the American public that pays our salary is incredibly stupid. Only we appreciate true art.
In the end, it’s not Hollywood’s fault that we continue to pay them to condescend to us. It’s our own. It’s one thing to buy movie tickets and pay the court jesters. It’s another to treat them as royalty. We—and they—should remember that fame does not equal classiness.
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