The Nagging Problem With Over-Exposed Celebs
So, it’s a new year, and with that comes a refreshed crop of controversies that can feature the salaciousness of an allegedly sex-starved heir to a massive fortune and part-time movie star, who freely shares cannibalistic fantasies with his lovers to the horror of his soon-to-be ex-wife.
Or we can indulge in the delightfully messy scandal of a real-life housewife/influencer, married to an A-lister with a track record of roughing up stalking paparazzi, who was recently outed as a fraud for luring branding sponsorships to buy into her non-existent Spanish background and fake accent.
Those are extreme examples of how the rich and famous can garner eye-popping headlines and frequent analysis by poorly paid, well connected culture hogs.
But when it comes to this never-ending season of weathering the brutality of a mutating deadly virus, and all the other shit that arises from losing jobs, imminent homelessness, while bracing for an uncertain future that could shock us with stunning recovery or plunge us deeper into the abyss — it’s becoming intolerable to share platforms with tone-deaf and outright bratty celebs.
Based on the recent viral sensation involving one of the royalties of the web, Chrissy Teigen, it’s only fair to use her as the prime example of how her addiction to social engagement often times lands her in scorching hot water.
Let’s face it, Teigen, a former Sports Illustrated model turned lifestyle guru/TV host, who is married to popular crooner, John Legend with whom she shares two adorable kids, happens to be the epitome of what it entails to be living your #bestlife, and she doesn’t shy away from documenting the glitzy evidence.
With almost 45 million followers spread unevenly between two hot ticket platforms, Twitter and Instagram, it’s no wonder that the cookbook author is shameless about over-indulging her addiction to collecting daily feedback about staged photos and postings of her pampered existence that range from too personal to stealth bragging rights.
To be fair, it’s refreshing to note how unapologetically gracious Teigen is about her willingness to share everything, including private pain and loss that certainly gives others who can relate, a measure of comfort that they’re not alone in their grief.
However, there’s high-risk associated with putting yourself out there, all the time, especially when you’re uncannily skilled with those bitingly savage clapbacks, that hit unsuspecting rivals in a flash, to the reverberating applause of impressed onlookers, some of whom are plotting to take down the star attraction by any means necessary.
There have been setbacks that forced Teigen to announce her temporary exit, as her Twitter page promptly reflects what transpires when mouthy celebs with a penchant for rubbing a lot of users the wrong way — is gifted a mandatory timeout.
But Chrissy Teigen is never gone for long, regardless of how her heartfelt message implies an extended period of absence — which for social media addicts is basically less than 24 hours.
Truth be told, I don’t despise this highly influential entrepreneur, who is powerful enough to make a strong case for her hurt feelings, courtesy of a fellow foodie who made the mistake of being publicly critical of Teigen’s branding choices, and was promptly fired from her columnist role at The New York Times.
It’s just epically hilarious that despite not being one of Teigen’s legions of followers, there’s no escaping her drama because of retweets by my followers and folks I choose to follow, and of course the trending cycle that she proudly dominates doesn’t help.
So, I might as well follow her because it’s pretty much the same experience — either way.
There’s no denying the stamina of the haters and trolling she attracts. It’s part and parcel of what excessive engagement retrieves, when the routine depends on eye-popping confessionals that amply casual accessibility to enviable standards, that are so far out of reach to regular folks on the prowl.
Her latest head-butting with rowdy disapprovers was conceived from an innocent tweet where Teigen recounts that one time when she and her hubby were duped by a waiter to pay $13K for a fancy bottle of red wine. This unleashed the game of followers divulging their own testimonies of shelling out a lot of dough for crappy stuff.
Unfortunately for the social media queen, a lot of annoyed users were not exactly in the mood to trade stories about the inconvenience of wasting a shit load of money on over-priced items at high-end locations.
It might have a little something to do with the current climate of desperation and hopelessness, not to mention the acute fear of the unknown, as we brace for the rapid spread of a mutated version of COVID-19. There’s also mental breakdown of accommodating the reality of indefinite quarantining in spaces that don’t resemble the sprawling oasis of insufferable celebs.
Most took offense to Teigen’s out-of-touch approach to engaging with millions of followers, most of whom are absolutely not able to identify with the blissfulness of not grappling with real-life struggles of mounting debt and accompanying stresses that reduce adulthood to a diseased status.
Ever the fearless defender of her right to litter her pages with whatever her heart desires, Teigen swiftly shut down detractors with the declaration of her freedom to be expressive on her own terms.
But does she get it tho?
Definitely she has every right to say whatever she wants, whenever it moves her and she does exactly that, all the time — maybe too much.
This brings us to the nagging problem with over-exposed influencers who do way too much influencing, which can blind them from the blinding visuals of the REAL WORLD; a sometimes scary and even threatening landscape that only vulnerable inhabitants can relate to, in ways that separate them from the lucky few, who are cluelessly privileged.
Perhaps, Chrissy Teigen should’ve seized this prime opportunity to acknowledge the currency of her entitlement, which she weaponizes every chance she gets without issue, except for the sporadic occasions when she gets shamed in the public square of discontent.
The fact that she defensively hit back with the reiteration of how living her #bestlife out loud is her prerogative, haters be damned, is demonstrative of how over-exposed celebrities expect to have it both ways without being called out.
Way to much has been said about this — but it’s hard not to add to the pile on, when the recipient stewing in victimhood — makes it so damn easy!