When Teen Stars Get a Clue

When Teen Stars Get a Clue

Early edit: it definitely decided to rain – at last.  The following was a news report from last night.  We were getting rain where I live, but it definitely wasn’t three feet deep.  On the other hand, I’m sure I’ll be skirting puddles all the way to work!

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled nonsense.

You see the Brittney Spearses and the Lindsay Lohans of the world and you think to yourself that show business has to be one of the absolute worst things that can happen to poor, innocent kids.

Sorry to disappoint you, but it ain’t that simple.

Then you will occasionally run across one of those former show biz teeny boppers all grown up and sitting there with a nice dollop of snarky intellect dangling out for the world to see.  I was never a fan of Wesley Crusher on Star Trek: The Next Generation – but I can’t help admiring the truly warped mentality of the actor who’s now long past his teen years, a published author, a husband, a stepdad to two kids, and the keeper of his own wonderfully sarcastic blog.  A while back he described participating in a poker tournament, one which necessitated his rolling out of bed “at the crack of noon.”

You gotta love someone who can appreciate the value of early rising.

Wil Wheaton’s blog has an entry that does a perfect sendup to last week’s meme on the girl who didn’t exactly quit but did a great job of faking it.  His uptake is here: http://w00tstock.net/2010/08/16/wil-quits-w00tstock/ I don’t know what Wootstock is, but I do love a geeky, snarky, smart-assed goodness of somebody who survived youth misspent in show business and turned out just fine for his trouble.  (In case you’re not a fan of the Star Trek franchise, Wheaton was also one of the young stars of the feature film Stand by Me.)

Which gives me a lot less inclination to excuse the misbehaviors of kids like Lohan.  I realize part of it is the relentless hounding from paparazzi.  Wheaton didn’t have to deal with someone shoving a camera up his nose (or his ass) 24-7 as he was trying to navigate all the other landmines surrounding kid-dom.  But we all know the drug revolution didn’t start with Lohan and Hilton and all the “on’s and an’s”.  It was launched in the 1960’s, in the generation of free love and freer drugs, and there have been troubled kids in show business going back long before that.

But I digress.

The Pirate Intellectual Society Book Club is still coming together.  I’ve found and setup THE theme; installed a forum (minus the ability to post until I have time to set up some section details); and am hunting for a viable live chat alternative that can fold into the site overall.  I’m thinking photo album, too, and probably a couple of other little this’s and that’s.  If anybody is still reading here and can think of other goodies you’d like to see, please let me know either in my comments here or by email or phone.

For tonight, I’m turning in.  I’m dead on my butt and have three more days to work this week.  But I’ve already requested some time off next month.  Cross your fingers for me.


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