Becoming Famous In The 21st Century. You Can Do It Too!

As you probably know, times are a little different these days than they were a couple of decades back. In the olden days, you actually had to have talent or at least chase some sort of a career in entertainment in order to be famous. Somewhere between The Real World and The Jersey Shore came the age of these nimrods.

And everything went downhill from there.

It doesn’t take much to become a "celebrity" these days, at least not for these morons anyway. Yet I wonder, what does it really say about our society if we're allowing people like this to become famous? Do we simply enjoy laughing at them and realize the extent of their stupidity and lack of real talent? Or do we actually look up to these morons and secretly idolize them, making them stars (and millionaires) in the process.

I was on MSN messenger the other day chatting with Olivia when she asks me:

Olivia: Who are these “Pretty Wild” girls?

Me: Who?

Olivia: The girls from that show “Pretty Wild” on E!

Me: You know, I was wondering the same thing the other day. Then I did a little research and now I know, not that I’m any less confused as to why they have a television show though.

Olivia: So who are they?

Me: They are two sisters with a best friend. The mom is supposedly some ex-playmate or something and one of these airheads named Alexis, was part of the “bling ring”.

Olivia: What the fack is that?

Me: Well, it's this circle of friends accused of burgling $3 million in art, clothes and other junk from a bunch of celebs like Orlando Bloom, Megan Fox and Lindsay Lohan. Anywho, they robbed all the fuckers blind, $600,000 worth just from Orlando Bloom’s house and now they’re given a show on E! that chronicles their lives and their road to "stardom".

Olivia: Whatttttttttttttttttttt? Oh. Hell. No.

Me: Seriously girl. It doesn’t take much to become famous these days. Maybe, I should run naked down Star Island, break into Ricky Martin’s house, force him to make a sex tape with me and then saunter over to Gloria Estefan’s place, steal some shit and voila! I'll call E! and be like “Yo, I’m practically an A-lister with all the shit I just accomplished, going where no woman has gone before and all with Ricky Martin. Make me a star!"

Olivia (all serious like): Um, why haven’t you thought of this already. Your plan’s genius.

Me: I don't know, I guess it never dawned on me. lol

Olivia: Hello! I know someone who lives in Star Island. I can get you in there girl.

Me: Oh now you tell me!

If you're reading this Ricky, I am so coming for you.