The Cult Of Celebrity

Written by Virginia Bola, PsyD

Every day, we are privy to new and ever more lurid details of Michael Jackson's strange lifestyle. We always knew he lived in a fairy tale world where he honestly believed that he was white and mainstream and emotionally healthy. Whether his peccadillos were as innocent as he maintains is forrepparttar jury to decide but regardless of whether he is guilty as accused, his behavior certainly never even remotely exhibited any level of maturity orrepparttar 137406 ability to make rational decisions beyondrepparttar 137407 "I want it now" level of a young child. And yet, daily, his "fans" turn out to support him, even fainting inrepparttar 137408 courtroom, overwhelmed byrepparttar 137409 stress of their idol under siege.

What is it about fame and celebrity that so grips us? Do we have no real life of our own? We live vicariously through our hero's existence and eradicate our own individuality to become simply a follower/

Wouldrepparttar 137410 trial of a no-name alleged child molester pack a courtroom? Of course not. The Jackson trial is important, and constantly reported, because of a famous name. Too many of us confuserepparttar 137411 fame that outwardly attached to rock stars, movie stars, royalty stars, sport stars, and political stars, withrepparttar 137412 inner character ofrepparttar 137413 individual who bearsrepparttar 137414 name. We seerepparttar 137415 fašade painstakingly erected by legions of public relations specialists and image consultants and think that we are seeing something real. We cannot believe thatrepparttar 137416 dark underside really exists because we "know Michael" (or Kobe, or O.J.) and "he wouldn't do anything like that."

Scott Peterson was recently convicted of double murder. Whether he really committedrepparttar 137417 crimes is besiderepparttar 137418 point -- in his trial he was indisputably revealed as a self-centered, immature philanderer withrepparttar 137419 morals of a sewer rat. Yet his first week on death row generated 85 letters per day, mainly from women, several offering proposals of marriage!

Eye For Sale, By Owner

Written by Virginia Bola, PsyD

A wire service report this week showed a single mother in Bangladesh who had advertised to sell one of her eyes to buy food for her starving daughter.

Try to think about that without your blood running cold: human beings selling parts of themselves as a final act of desperation. And that woman is only one ofrepparttar hundreds of thousands who are slowly starving to death each day.

What happened torepparttar 137405 concert fundraisers for Bangladesh, Ethiopia, Sub-Saharan Africa? Have we exhausted our capacity to care and to give? Have we become numb torepparttar 137406 plight of millions becauserepparttar 137407 problems are so overwhelming that we don't know where to start?

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