The Beautiful People
Everyone knows celebrities have no soul. I mean the existential, theological kind, not the kind that makes you dance well . They have power, influence, and the ability to enthrall masses of humanity with their perfect visage. How else could you explain the worship we collectively shower upon these people?
For example, there's the beautiful model-turned-actress Bridget Moynahan. She grew up a normal enough girl to moderately well-off and professional parents and I'm sure was the late night bane of many a young man's dreams. She was athletic, intelligent and most certainly uncannily pretty. As is usually the case with people such as this, she probably had her ass kissed early and often in life. Everyone wanted her around and invited her to the best parties and told her how pretty she was. So instead of almost certain entry to a college (a party school alternately known as ZooMass) where her father was an administrator she began modeling instead. And that's where it happened. That's where she gave up her eternal spirit for a spectacular yet fleeting existence on this plane, this vector of reality. But actually, who could blame her?
It's happened to a lot of people, you know the kind. Katie Holmes used to be a well-grounded girl-next-door until she hit that tipping point sometime during Dawson's Creek and then *poof*!...away flitted her ethereal essence along with her sanity. Keri Russell was starring in Felicity when in a temporary bout of insanity she cut her hair (much to everyone's chagrin around her, including the producers of the show who had a money stake in her sexy ringlets) and she went to Satan in an attempt to get her hair - and her career - back. But it failed and all she got was a lovely set of fangs and obscurity in return. Still, not a bad deal.
Sometimes a person can regain their souls, but the price is high. And sometimes a person can achieve it all: celebrity, uber-beauty and an exalted zen-like existence. So today's story ends with another paean to my obsession Christy Turlington.
Coda: And so another vampire show passes ignominiously to oblivion without even nearing its potential. "Blade: The Series" has not been picked up for renewal, or in real words; it was cancelled. Lovely star JJill Wagner lives on in her Mercury car commercials never having had that torrid vampire lesbian love affair with her nemesis, the lovely Jessica Gower. I understand at least another vampire series is in production, but it looks mopey and maudlin and like most of this crap, never fun. Stay tuned.