
The fans killed their idol. They always do.
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My reaction to that is that the woman who wrote it is only giving us half the picture and has no business writing from a standpoint of some authority about something she blatantly has little understanding of nor sympathy with. Her monumental arrogance and self-absorbedness prevents her from even seeing her subject at all clearly and the whole article is just "umpteen words: deadline Monday" with as many kneejerk reaction pejorative statements as possible. She's an idiot for not making a distinction between the very different types of "fandom" that existOrthography Enthusiast @ June 29, 2009 10:07 pm wrote: This is a fan forum (obviously.... OEat own obviousness) but I don't think we actually have a topic for discussing fandom. I came across this rather disturbing article and thought I'd put it up as a springboard for discussion. Michael Jackson's death was the occasion for the article (unsurprisingly) but I think it has some wider applicability that we, as fans, maybe could talk about.
The fans killed their idol. They always do.
In interviews with the famous, the conversation inevitably drifts into how they deal with fame. The sensible ones, those fortunate to have been raised right, with an understanding of what makes them truly happy beyond fickle public acclaim, play the photo-op game, appreciate their privilege, but put a section of their lives behind a velvet rope. (Though it is my job as an interviewer to break through the velvet rope.)
And the press... although she so sniffily distances herself from the whole concept includes the writer of this article.... she needs to look closer to home when apportioning blamescottidog @ June 30, 2009 12:53 am wrote: A quote from that article that caught my attention
It's not the average fan makes the celeb's life miserable. It's those whose "job it is" to follow them. The Papparazzi, the press, the "interviewers."
Yeah, we all know there are whack-job stalker type people surrounding the famous, but they're not fans.
Now you may recall that a number of ordinary people spoke to Al while that was going on and he turned and spoke back, even giving one woman a personal moment of his time. He seemed relieved a fan was there, and happy to briefly speak to her and while of course he was unerringly courteous to the reporters, his discomfort with the whole situation was so obvious, and squirmingly painful to watch..
...The sensible ones, those fortunate to have been raised right, with an understanding of what makes them truly happy beyond fickle public acclaim
I have written a few loopy letters to Al in my time, but I don't worship him. I love his work, I like the way he looks very much, but I feel a little odd sometimes mentioning it too much, precisely because I think of Al as a real person, not a poster.I have never, even as teenager, understood fandom, cant see the point of worshipping someone who is no more than a poster on the wall and doesnt even know you exist. Love their work, fancy them rotten: yes. Scream until you faint at a gig, write them loopy letters: never...
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Fandom is so grossly unequal, so self-abasing. Even when you are closest to your Special One you are humiliated by his at best polite indifference to your pathetic, onanistic, unreturned love.