Am I Missing Something????

Do you know who this is? You’re going to say “well duh! of course I do Lisa it’s Kylie Jenner” aren’t you? I’m guessing you might even have a tiny eye roll when you think I’m not looking? Seriously, how do I not know about these people?? Admittedly I don’t spend a huge amount of time on social media but still! I’d never even heard of her until this morning but apparently she ‘earns’ $1 Million per sponsored post on Instagram which tops even Beyonce (who I have actually heard of) and has 110 million followers…….no scrap that, I’ve just checked Instagram and it’s now 111 million!

Do you know who this is? You’re going to say “well duh! of course I do Lisa it’s Kylie Jenner” aren’t you? I’m guessing you might even have a tiny eye roll when you think I’m not looking? Seriously, how do I not know about these people?? Admittedly I don’t spend a huge amount of time on social media but still! I’d never even heard of her until this morning but apparently she ‘earns’ $1 Million per sponsored post on Instagram which tops even Beyonce (who I have actually heard of) and has 110 million followers…….no scrap that, I’ve just checked Instagram and it’s now 111 million!

 I’ve got to be honest here and say that I don’t really get Instagram. I mean, I like photos as much as the next person but, let’s face it, how much interest do we really take when someone shares their holiday snaps with us? Sure, if it’s a place we’ve never visited, the first half dozen can be pretty interesting but would we want to sit there and look at hundreds or even thousands? How is Instagram any different? Can someone please enlighten me?

Of course I get the concept of ‘likes’ (or loves as, in this case, it’s little hearts that indicate your approval of someone’s photos), everyone appreciates admiration for their efforts but what do the 111 million people who have followed Kylie hope to get from it? Do they think that she will notice them and they’ll be catapulted into instant fame and untold wealth if she ‘loves’ one of their photos? Is it just a fascination with beauty and fame?

I can’t help but admire the woman as, at age 20, she is on route to being a self-made billionaire before she reaches 25. She is evidently a master media manipulator and that’s not to be sniffed at but she is described as ‘a make-up connoisseur’ (an expert judge in matters of taste) and I really can’t help wondering how this has become a profession that commands $1 million per post???

Ok never mind, you can forget all that, I’ve just read that she’s somehow related to the Kardashians, that explains everything. Now how did they become famous again???????

In the name of research I’ve decided to follow her for 24 hours. If I don’t post anything tomorrow you’ll know it’s because I am now best friends with a social media superstar and I’m jetting of to LA. I’m guessing we’ll be catching up again tomorrow ;O)

Lisa x

 

 

The Man Who Cried Rape…

The story broke in the morning papers, a few hours after this respected elder statesman had finally been told what he had been accused of. He left the police station a broken man, broken by questions and accusations and into the waiting glare of the press, waiting like hyenas to capture the perfect image of his shame and confusion.

“Would you mind coming with us please Sir”?

“What’s this about officer? It’s late”

“We need to talk to you down at the station Sir; some allegations have been made against you”

“Allegations of what? Look, what’s going on?”

“Please come with us Sir”

He looked back into the concerned eyes of his wife, took his overcoat from the stand in the hallway and followed the policeman through his front door and into the waiting throng of press, gleefully snapping away,  enjoying his discomfiture.

The story broke in the morning papers, a few hours after this respected elder statesman had finally been told what he had been accused of. He left the police station a broken man, broken by questions and accusations and into the waiting glare of the press, waiting like hyenas to capture the perfect image of his shame and confusion.

Barricaded behind his front door with his crying wife and shocked children, a prisoner in his once happy and tranquil home, he discovers that he is not the only one plunged into this nightmare. Friends and former colleagues have been dragged into the gutter with him; their names and faces plastered over newspapers, the internet and social media, their characters muddied. He takes a call from one desperate friend who is trying to comfort his wife, she has dementia and has been traumatised by the search on their home by police looking for ‘evidence’ against him.

“What is it that they’re looking for? They’ve turned everything upside down; the wife is beside herself, you know what’s she’s like if her routing is disturbed. They’re asking me to remember events from 30 years ago for Christs sake, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday!”

He could hear the break in his friends voice as he tried to make light of things.

“I don’t know what to say to you my friend. We have an accuser and, apparently he has been believed, the police didn’t offer any ‘evidence’, just questioned me…..for hours”

He could hear the weariness and frustration in his own voice and he rubbed a hand across his face as if trying to erase the lines that seem to have deepened since yesterday; God was it only yesterday?

He turned his attention back to his friend who had even more shocking news for him. A colleague who had died two years previously was accused along with them

“For the love of God, the man’s dead! This is going to crucify his family, haven’t they suffered enough already?”

The two men finished their conversation and went back to their waiting families, unable to answer the terrible questions that hid just behind their eyes.

No charges are brought but the trial by media begins. His photograph is everywhere, the terrible accusations are in print for anyone to read: rapist, kiddie fiddler, beast, monster. He can’t sleep, can’t eat. He ventured out only once, he needed to feel fresh air in his lungs and his poor wife needed more tranquilizers to help her keep her sanity; it was the only thing that he could do for her, except swear over and over that it wasn’t true.

He wouldn’t be able to enjoy life outside for many months after that day. The vile words that were thrown at him like stones, the people with their cameras and their tape recorders crowding around him, taking the breath from his body. He did what he had been told and kept silent but he was so angry that he wanted to lash out at them, smash their stupid bloody cameras and scream

“I’m innocent”.

He was experienced in the world of politics, he should be after 45 years, so he knew that they would make up their own stories however many times he denied the accusations; their readers lust for salacious gossip encouraged their poison pens and lined their pockets.

He was right. The stories continued, the hate, the filthy comments, all of it. Of course, their home had had to go, how could they go on living there with all this going on? They’d made a new start somewhere far away and were trying to have as normal a life as possible but he knew that his wife still cried every day although she did her best to hide it from him. Losing his job didn’t help; after all his years of faithful service he was thrown out like a sack of rubbish, not because he had been found guilty of anything but because the accusations ‘hurt the party’.

He hurt too. He was hurting.

They found his body in his car, surrounded by empty pill packets and an equally empty bottle of scotch. Ever the perfectionist he had arranged everything so that someone else would find him; he couldn’t bear to cause his wife and children more suffering than he had to…….he’d done enough of that already. His note read:

“I am sorry for the pain that I have caused to you, my family, and I am sorry that I am not strong enough to continue living this life. I did none of the terrible things of which I’ve been accused; I hope that you will believe me in that. I have no guilt in this matter other than than for the suffering that you have been through because I am who I am. I love you all so very much but you will be better off without me; maybe now it will stop and you can all live again. I’m sorry”

Two weeks later the same papers that had driven him to take his life and ruined the lives of his friends and colleagues reported, quite dispassionately, that the accuser of these men had lied. The police had taken his word as fact and the media had picked up the baton and beaten them all with it. The man who cried rape was a fantasist, he had dreamed up the whole thing: the child rapes of 30 years ago, the pedophile ring, the murders, all of it.

He would, of course, be charged with perjury; the police would make sure that he got his just deserts, after all he’d cost them a small fortune between the investigation and the payoffs to the innocent men that he’d accused………

This story is mine but is based on this article  which was published today.

Lisa

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Are We Blinded By Stars?

Have we lost our grip on reality to such an extent that we actually believe we know these rich and famous people that appear on stage and screen and therefore feel justified in scrutinizing their every word and gesture? No, even that doesn’t add up because we don’t do that to the people we do actually know. 

I read the other day that a woman I’d never met said something mean to this other woman; are you gripped? Are you on the edge of your seat? Do you want to hear more? No, of course not because it’s a really godawful, boring story. What if I mention the names of the two women involved: Roseanne Barr and Valerie Jarrett, are you interested now?

Small conflictThe essence of this story is that one famous woman said something utterly childish and insulting about another woman on Twitter and yet it is all over the news with even the President of the United States commenting on it…….WHY??? In the same week another woman I’m sure that none of us have never met called another woman none of us could claim to be friends with a c**t and, again, its in news reports all over the world, complete with in depth analysis by journalists and commentators.

In the same week a truck ploughed into a group of people who were celebrating Labour Day in the Bahamas, killing 4 and injuring another 21; did you hear about it? It was also reported that over 4,500 died last year in Puerto Rico but did that pop up on your timeline?

Shootings As RoutineThe Times newspaper, that bastion of UK journalism, has a headline today which looks, in depth, at the story behind a footballer’s latest tattoo. This is another story that has dominated traditional and social media alike this week because the tattoo was of a gun. Had the tattoo been on the leg of any ordinary moral I am pretty sure that most people wouldn’t have batted an eyelid but, because it appeared on Raheem Sterling it was big ‘news’. Of course, while everyone is debating the rights and wrongs of having a tattoo of a gun, people are actually being shot and killed, families are losing people that they love.

Brad and angelineI suppose my question to you is why have we all become so obsessed with celebrities and the minutiae of their lives to such an extent that World headlines become dominated by a few ill chosen words or a new tattoo. If one of our friends insulted someone in the way that Roseanne Barr did what would we do? Call her out, tell her not to be so childish and move on? Or would we want to discuss they whys and the wherefores with every single person that we met? Would we then expect all of those people to take sides and continue said argument with all their friends? I’m guessing not so, if the real world doesn’t work like that, why oh why does Celebrity World? Is it a distraction? Puerto Rico Hurricane MariaAre we so afraid of the real world around us and the destruction and violence that takes place within it that we have immersed ourselves in a virtual world where a single word or action can cause controversy and moral outrage?

Maybe our own lives are so boring that we look to Celebrity World to furnish us with the gossip that’s missing from our world? Have we lost our grip on reality to such an extent that we actually believe we know these rich and famous people that appear on stage and screen and therefore feel justified in scrutinizing their every word and gesture? No, even that doesn’t add up because we don’t do that to the people we do actually know. 

I really don’t know why this is happening but I do feel that, with our eyes blinded by stars, we are stumbling around in the dark and missing the really important things that are happening around us. What do you think?

Lisa

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