Don’t fret, I’m clutching my pearls too as I type this.
I mean what can one really learn from a scripted television show, posing as a candid look into the lives of young hip hop artists as they gallivant around Los Angeles punching and humping each other into professional purgatory?
A lot, dear Watson … a whole hell of a lot.
So, without further ado, I present to you, my dear subscribers, the top 3 things I learned from Love and Hip Hop: Hollywood!
Drum roll please …
Famous People Can be Just as Broke and Miserable as “Regular” People
1. From the outside looking in, the life of a celebrity can seem like the stuff dreams are made of. They appear to have money and they get to hang out with other famous people and do, I don’t know, famous people stuff. While I’m obviously an adult and I know it’s all a facade, watching this show confirmed that many of them are miserable … and in some cases, quite broke. It’s not an indictment. It’s the truth. There’s talk of rented cars, needing roommates, the embarrassment of vaginal cream thrown in faces, and exposure about sleeping with men for money. All of these things, every last one of them, is done to keep up with appearances. It’s all very sad actually, but what’s even sadder is that people (some of the general public) want to be like these people. There’s a tendency for us to be conditioned to want what they have when the truth is many of them would kill for what we have. Sucks (for them), but it brings me to my next point.
Fame is the New Cocaine
2. While many people in the limelight wish for a simple existence, not many of them actually take the steps to live a normal life because their on a drug called fame. Think about it. You’re 16. You have a ton of disposable income. You get to travel all over the world where hordes of people are screaming your name. No one, not even your parents, tell you “no”. Now imagine it all stops. As suddenly as it all began, no one knows who you are. Even worse, imagine people still do know who you are, but they constantly berate you, telling you you’re a “has been” or posting pictures online of you photographed in the same dress twice. That has to be a tough pill to swallow, so I can see how they would be tempted to chase fame and “relevance”, even if it is fleeting.
Men (scratch that) People Can be So Damn Shallow
3. Last, but not least, I’ve learned a little tidbit about men. Now, let me add the disclaimer that I’m not talking about all men. I’m talking about the men I’ve seen on this show and I think it would be safe to assume that there are many others out there like them. For these men, it doesn’t matter how many men you’ve “dated”, how many sex tapes you have, how dumb or smart you are, or if any part of your body is real. As long as you have a pretty face and a “nice body”, they’ll take you home to momma. Some would say I shouldn’t be as shocked and appalled as I am, but it’s difficult to watch. I thought BBD taught us all to never trust a big butt and a smile, but some people obviously skipped that lesson. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just a little disturbing to see people with empty brains and full siliconed boobies and booties rewarded for well, nothing. Makes me depressed every time I look at my student loan bills while clipping my coupons.
Welp, that’s it for this edition of what’s going on inside the randomness of my mind.
Until the next time I decide to blow the dust off this blog, good night!
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