Listen, I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life

I’m just saying that there are a lot of things out there that are really important to people
That I don’t find much importance in
Whethere it’s eating Squishees or playing mini golf

Don’t look at me, I’m not a role model, this is what I do

It might not be the right answer for you

Do what you gotta do, join an Intergalactic Youth Community

Do something with yourself…

+++ again props if you guess the lyrics, or can be bothered looking em up on Google.

So Keira Knightleycaught some press attention recently because of the admission that she’s a moody bastard. There’s been the usual implication that maybe she should just relax and calm down a bit. This got me to thinking about role models and how we try to force that responsibility on people with a lot of money and fame, particularly the likes of Mel Gibson and Russell Crowe who are no strangers to bad publicity. I’ve got to wonder why these people have to live up to something that wasn’t in the job description when they first auditioned for their roles as farm hand number three on Falcon Crest. I feel that if we really enforced this whole role model behaviour on a lot of our public figures we’d have lovely public celebrities but then have to deal with poorly acted movies and badly played sports as the characters (who are usually the talented ones let’s admit) of those industries were weeded out for, not as talented, but more publicly clean slates for us to dictate our proclivities onto.

 Whatever happened to being human? Money and a public profile won’t fix your real flaws, nor should they.

Or something.