In this era of social networks and over-sharing, on any given day, I know what my friends are reading, watching, shopping, thinking, feeling, and wanting. Is it any wonder that people are getting hacked and that their most intimate thoughts are being published for all the world to see. The answer is no, it isn’t surprising. But it doesn’t make it right. When the latest celebrity hacking came to light last week, I was one of the many people who felt that if celebs didn’t want their private photos to be leaked, then they shouldn’t be taking them in the first place. But a wise friend prompted me to explore the situation further, and see that this situation in not as black and white as I originally thought, but that there are many shades of grey. Maybe as many as fifty.
Have you ever been the victim of a rumour or gossip? Some mean girl in the 10th grade likes your boyfriend, and spreads a lie about the kind of girl you are. An hour later the entire school is talking about your reputation. Life as you know it has changed forever. I don’t know about you, but I would have an extremely hard time trusting anyone. In fact, something like that might stop me from ever letting someone get too close. Your life for the next couple of years has changed. You may not have done anything to cause this to happen, except date a boy that someone else was lusting over – and now you are going to pay.
I have been spending the afternoon glancing at celebrity gossip sites, and reading the many comments those kinds of sites bring. And I have to ask, have we forgotten that celebrities are human too?
As members of the human race, we are allowed to make mistakes. Even entitled to make mistakes. This is what helps us grow. Wrong choices bring experience to our lives, and eventually we learn from these mistakes.
So why is it that celebrities are not allowed the same graces? Why do we expect them to be perfect. Sure they have public relations people, and hair and makeup teams, stylists, personal trainers, and therapists on speed dial. But they are not robots. They have problems just like the rest of us. So when they do screw up (and we all do) why is it to be such a big deal?
Today you will encounter a new voice on this blog (mine). I have to tell you, I am more than a little nervous about it. In fact, until I decided to get over myself, I was a bit paralyzed by fear. I am not new to blogging, having spent years blogging about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and the mental health problems that come along for a ride with a chronic illness. Now that you know the tiniest bit about my background, I shall tell you my name — it’s Laura. And so, you can call me Laura.
Last week, when Justin Bieber pleaded no contest to a charge of misdemeanor vandalism in his highly-publicized egg throwing barrage on a neighbor’s home earlier this year, it was the most recent of a rash of run-ins with the law for the 20 year-old Canadian singer-songwriter.
The precocious pop star’s growing rap sheet over the last two years, including charges of DUI, assault, and vandalism, has even casual observers wondering why.
You haven’t asked my advice, Kanye, but I’ll give it anyway. I like to help people.
You got yourself into another media maelstrom yesterday by allegedly suggesting that dealing with the paparazzi is like rape. Needless to say, you offended just about everyone in the process. Your comment was inexcusable; you know it.
I’d begin this post by asking, “Have we set a double standard when it comes to men hitting women versus women hitting men?”, but I think we all know the answer to that question is a big ol’ obvious “Yes,” and I believe the recent beatdown Solange Knowles delivered to her brother-in-law Jay Z is the latest spotlight example.
Although the family has released a statement regarding the situation, theories about the situation (i.e. why Solange went off on Jay Z that night) continue to abound.
We might never know the real story, and in my opinion, that’s not relevant.
What is relevant is that Solange pushed, slapped, punched, kicked, and maybe even scratched (who knows?) her brother-in-law, and people are more interested in why it happened than why she’s gotten away with it.
One person who did point out the double-standard, though, is Drita D’Avanzo.
Paul Simon might’ve been right when he predicted Eminem would eventually regret airing all his family’s dirty laundry in his songs — some of the most famous including his first hit, “My Name Is” and “Cleaning Out My Closet.”
One of his most common punching bags? His mother, Debbie Mathers.
A few weeks ago, I asked you about your favorite happy song.
(If you missed it, feel free to head over to What’s YOUR Favorite Happy Song? and share with us!)
However, some musicians aren’t ALL about the music; whether it’s participating (or launching) a campaign or sharing their own success stories, many use their fame to spread happiness and wellness beyond just an upbeat tune.
This week, let’s take a look back at some of the musicians who take happiness and hope to an entirely different level.
Did you make it to Chile’s Lollapalooza festival last month?
Neither did I, but I’m sure it was a hit. With acts like Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sound Garden, and Arcade Fire, how could it have not been?
Anyway, now that we’re up to speed, another talent who graced the stage in Chile was New Zealand’s latest hit maker, Lorde.
Lorde — the 17-year-old singer-songwriter behind hits “Royals” and “Team” — found two distinctly different photos of herself from the event — one featuring her with fresh, flawless skin, and the other showing her blemishes.
I have a friend whom I consider my musical soulmate, and sometimes we’ll randomly share a tune with each other to either bring back memories (we’re around the same age, so we were going through some of life’s common milestones around the same time) or just see what the other thinks of it.
A few months ago, he asked me about my favorite go-to happy song, and without hesitation I answered “Listen to the Music” by The Doobie Brothers.
(I don’t know why, but there’s just always been something about that song that plucks my serotonin, even when I was a child.)