American culture Infamous
I was listening to a celebrity “news” program while doing some domestic chores in my kitchen when I hear a name, and then a laundry list of cosmetic surgery procedures that will possibly be performed on the quick mentioned demy-celebrity. As the list grew, my interest peaked and I stopped my chores and headed to the next room and stood in front of my television, to see if I could catch the name of said celebrity. I saw the picture of the “celebrity” on the screen and continued to listen to the medical banter, and I tried to place the face and wondered what movie or T.V. show I had seen this person in, or why this woman would want to go through all that cosmetic surgery.
Then it hit me, this wasn’t a celebrity, but none other than the infamous Casey Anthony. Yes, the mother who “allegedly” killed her own child to free herself from the burdens of motherhood and lied to pretty much everyone who would ever give her a moment of their time.
My mouth dropped open and I even had to check if this was actually a celebrity news program, and it was. Since when does infamy equal celebrity? How does this become a lifestyle or career path? How could this show give this woman even 30 seconds of its precious programming time, none the less a whole segment about how she wants to change her look so she won’t be noticed or harassed so she can set off in life incognito.
My guess is, unfortunately, shows like this will offer her free cosmetic surgery in exchange for the surgery to be filmed, i.e. her own slice of reality televisions pie, on the promise that she will then be able to live a reclusive, ascetic life, although, we all know this isn’t what she really wants at all. She will more than likely become more famous, or should I say infamous than O.J. Simpson himself. Once she gets a taste of her, maliciously earned, celebrity she will only want for more.
I am sure she will continue to maintain her innocence with the sparkle, her daughter once had in her eye, occasionally breaking down to cry, but only when the cameras are rolling, and play on the emotions of the bemused and ignorant, making as much money as she can off the death of her own child.
When her spotlight fades she will jump for any scrap of celebrity she can grab. Maybe Nadya Suleman, the Octo-Mom, can take her in, hire her as a Nanny for her own children. Hey Ryan Seacreast are you listening? I smell reality TV here! Then each week viewers can vote a child off the show, or vote on where the child disappeared to, or vote on what lie Casey will tell regarding the aforementioned missing child. Wait, I better not give Hollywood any ideas.
Have we all forgotten a beautiful young child has perished, more than likely, at the hands of her own mother? Now it seems that this story somehow crossed over from news, to entertainment. When and where did this macabre line become originally cast, and now more than ever, why is it so readily crossed?
I suppose we will never know. As long as there is morbid fascination for these stories and people so willingly to offer the infamous money, they will continue. We can only hope, morality will dictate society’s actions and there will be no copy cats in a sad grasp for fame.