Ok: “This August, she and Pratt are headed to Africa to “feed children and help build things.” Cameras will capture their trek, but not for The Hills. Pratt says it’s possible they could adopt a baby while over there.” (link)
I really don’t understand how I came to live in a country where these two are supported at all by the media. I know, the jig is up, I was once a part of the machine that brought them to prominence, but I never thought they would take their psuedo-fame all the way to the pulpit level. I actually talked to H’s mom once (all part of the gig) and she gave this great detail about how even as a little girl, H would walk around the house holding wine glasses just to feel what it was like, just to taste the veneer of being an adult. The sad thing is, little ones have been doing that for ages with their mom’s shoes, but they didn’t always have to do it in front of a national audience. Right? It’s sad. It’s so easy now to try on new noses and identities and levels of fame (and now, philanthropy) for the world to see, but it is also easy to tell that despite what these people say, they haven’t grown into any of it. We are a culture that venerates the carrying around of empty glasses and trying not to break them. I’m aware that this is a well-broached subject among my peers, and in this city those two are the brunt of all jokes (none of them positive), but my trip back to flyover country last week reminded me that there are still kids that will be altered, seriously, by these two becoming famous. I’m not sure how that will turn out in the end—maybe the youth will revolt and demand better icons, or just better targets for cultural potshots. This is like fish in a barrel and it is no longer fun.
