Wednesday, April 30, 2008
An interesting "celebrity" experience
Tonight as part of my job at Program Board a star from VH1 came for a comedy show. It was really funny. He did not have any kind of outline or plan at all, I was impressed. We had to escort him around and take care of him. He is not the most famous person in the world, but he did fill a 300 seat room. I was surprised to see how he went between being a diva and not being a diva. As Justin had posted about earlier, it is interesting seeing and interacting with B-list and even C-list celebrities and the ways that some are divas and full of their own moderate fame and others don't really use or abuse their fame at all. I wonder how the role a star plays based on their image and their fan following play into the List they fall on and how they act about that ranking. With the number of types and levels of celebrity today it complicates and muddles the line of who and what is famous.
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I used to work at the clothing-store, "Anthropologie," at The Grove, which used to expose me to so many more celebrities on a more consistent/weekend basis. While at work, I'd run into male and females stars alike, from reality D-list celebrities to A-list stars, but the one "celebrity" I remember the most in terms of being in the presence of and trying to please was Kirstie Alley. Now I had grown up with her, what with the Look Who's Talking series and that movie she did with the Olsen twins, but in real life she was a snooty and obnoxious diva. This was during her reality-TV "fat" phase when she was working for Jenny Craig I think to try and shave off a few pounds and make some money off of it as a sponsor. We didn't carry a lot of the sizes that she needed to fit into some of the clothes she was throwing on herself in the dressing room, so I was the unfortunate employee whom she subjected to frequent barks and complaints over what sizes we lacked. There I was running up and down the stairs to the stock room to check and double check (upon her command) a large in this or a different color in that, all the while with flicks of Look Who's Talking Too flashed before my eyes...I saw red. And by the time I had come back down with her last request, another employee had informed me of her departure to the register, probably because I had taken much longer than she wanted to wait. Suffice to say that I don't feel as bad whenever I see those pictures of her floating around the tabloids about her weight and career being in the dumps. Karma.
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