If you don’t know who Chris Crocker is then you are better off for it.
This emotional wreck of a man/woman rose to fame by way of his passionate defense of his idol Brittney Spears, and now we can all sit back in quiet admiration as we watch his fifteen seconds of fame evaporate faster than a twenty dollar bill in the hands of a homeless man.
Today a video of Mr. Crocker desperately hawking t-shirts came across my view, and it sent me on a roller coaster of emotions.
At first I laughed out loud.
Then made a sandwich.
Then started to feel an ounce of sadness.
Then sat down to write because this confused me.
If you skim through YouTube you can find all sorts of nobodies like Chris Crocker trying to entertain you with skits, political rhetoric, acts of stupidity, and the such. Each seems to be hoping that their existence, which has amounted to a bank account of $34 and a permanent residence in their grandma’s basement, will somehow be redeemed if they become famous.
So the internet has become a garbage can for folks like this. Limited skills all hoping to win the proverbial jackpot of fame and fortune, which perpetuates the messiah complex that this country has. They don’t have to work because one day they will be saved by the state Lottery, Allah, scratch- offs, YouTube, a rich boyfriend, the Easter bunny, Jesus Christ, Santa Claus, or the laundry list of other pipe dreams that act as a buffer to accepting a reality that they may just die a nobody.
But hey, Mr. Rodgers told us we could be anything we wanted to be. So we will continue to sit back and watch the endless supply of town jesters perform themselves into a future of hawking t-shirts, and sadly realize that every time we click on their video we validate their life in some small way.
This emotional wreck of a man/woman rose to fame by way of his passionate defense of his idol Brittney Spears, and now we can all sit back in quiet admiration as we watch his fifteen seconds of fame evaporate faster than a twenty dollar bill in the hands of a homeless man.
Today a video of Mr. Crocker desperately hawking t-shirts came across my view, and it sent me on a roller coaster of emotions.
At first I laughed out loud.
Then made a sandwich.
Then started to feel an ounce of sadness.
Then sat down to write because this confused me.
If you skim through YouTube you can find all sorts of nobodies like Chris Crocker trying to entertain you with skits, political rhetoric, acts of stupidity, and the such. Each seems to be hoping that their existence, which has amounted to a bank account of $34 and a permanent residence in their grandma’s basement, will somehow be redeemed if they become famous.
So the internet has become a garbage can for folks like this. Limited skills all hoping to win the proverbial jackpot of fame and fortune, which perpetuates the messiah complex that this country has. They don’t have to work because one day they will be saved by the state Lottery, Allah, scratch- offs, YouTube, a rich boyfriend, the Easter bunny, Jesus Christ, Santa Claus, or the laundry list of other pipe dreams that act as a buffer to accepting a reality that they may just die a nobody.
But hey, Mr. Rodgers told us we could be anything we wanted to be. So we will continue to sit back and watch the endless supply of town jesters perform themselves into a future of hawking t-shirts, and sadly realize that every time we click on their video we validate their life in some small way.
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