I was hanging out at the bookstore the other day and started noticing a horrific trend: kids admire schmucks. There wasn't a time in my life I remember thinking kids from Disney were cool and, better yet, the ones that were on Disney at my age didn't make music. Even when they made music later on, I didn't care for it. That aside, there sure as hell wasn't a book on any of them.
Such was not the case today.
I saw rows of books on "stars" who can still hardly play their own instruments. Think about it. There still really isn't a book about Justin Timberlake or Brittney Spears. There wasn't one about Phoebe Cates or Kirk Cameron. And there still isn't one fully about Michael J. Fox. Do you know why? Because their body of work isn't finished yet.
Sure, some joy can be measured that perhaps as there are books out about these schmucks that their careers will tank soon, but what if not? That is entirely bothersome more so than how these fools became famous. A lot of these "stars" have become famous like Hannah Montana: we were told they are popular and thus became so. At least Timberlake and Fox could back that up. The same could not be said of Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, etc.
Just Remember: Someone is going to make a lot of money when those books are updated to include any addictions and/or illegitimate children. Then they will be a lot better. Of course, nobody will read them.
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