Why Is Hollywood Gossip Considered News?
By
Pilgrim
on November 27, 2006 at 06:37 am
I don’t want to hear another word about Tom Cruise and Katy Holmes’ small furry baby. I don’t want to hear about Tomkat...period. In fact, when I hear the odious nickname “Tomkat” on any newscast it sends me scrambling for the remote while questioning the parentage of whatever talking head uttered it. It’s not news. It’s Hollywood gossip and why the news media keep stuffing Tomkat down our throats is beyond me.
I don’t care that Michael Richards had a melt down and is now pathetically grovelling to anyone who will listen about how sorry he is. It was interesting for about a millisecond but for some reason the story goes on and on. And on. And on.
I don’t have the resources to do this but I’d like to know just how much TV air time - on real newscasts - has been used on this non-story in the past few days.
I don’t care that Brittany Spears and her husband du-jour Kevin Federline are divorcing. Anybody who marries someone who actually calls himself “K-Fed” deserves whatever she gets. And I don’t care if Brittany dropped her kid on his head. Besides the non-news aspect of it I suspect, based on her marrying “K-Fed”, that she was dropped on her head, too, and relatively speaking she turned out almost all right. I don’t even care if there is a much ballyhooed Brittany and K-Fed sex tape out there somewhere. If I wanted trailer-park porn I’d buy some. I don’t need to be told all about it on cable and broadcast news. Besides, apart from the above mentioned Tomkat I don’t know of anyone who would care to see the more intimate side of K-Fed.
I don’t care if Madonna bought herself a kid while playing keep-up-with-the-Jolies. I don’t care what she has to say about it. Come to think of it, I don’t care what she has to say about, well, anything. Really. And speaking of the Jolies, I don’t care if they buy themselves a dozen kids from assorted countries. I just wish they’d shut up about it. Okay, okay, you’re doing a good thing. Just...do it. And shut up. Oh, and that whole Brangelina nickname thing. Whoever came up with that should be dragged behind a car right beside whatever idiot came up with “Tomkat.” And the very next legitimate newscaster who uses either name should be right there with them with a sign pinned to their chest saying simply, “Sorry.”
Being a news junkie I watch the various news programs with what generally amounts to a good degree of interest. And about every night I have to squirm through a dissertation on one or another of the Hollywood misfit’s latest traumas. I wish they’d get my above point....IT’S NOT NEWS! It’s gossip. Stop it. Leave that stuff to E! Or Oprah or whoever. Touch on it if you like but then MOVE ON!
Message to Hollywood. Shut up and entertain me. That’s what you’re paid for. Message to the news media. Stop with the gossip already. I don’t want to hear about those Hollywood buffoons.
Unless Tomkat and K-Fed run off together and open up a little antique shop in San Francisco, that is. That would be worth about a minute of my time. Then...move on, please.
I don’t care that Michael Richards had a melt down and is now pathetically grovelling to anyone who will listen about how sorry he is. It was interesting for about a millisecond but for some reason the story goes on and on. And on. And on.
I don’t have the resources to do this but I’d like to know just how much TV air time - on real newscasts - has been used on this non-story in the past few days.
I don’t care that Brittany Spears and her husband du-jour Kevin Federline are divorcing. Anybody who marries someone who actually calls himself “K-Fed” deserves whatever she gets. And I don’t care if Brittany dropped her kid on his head. Besides the non-news aspect of it I suspect, based on her marrying “K-Fed”, that she was dropped on her head, too, and relatively speaking she turned out almost all right. I don’t even care if there is a much ballyhooed Brittany and K-Fed sex tape out there somewhere. If I wanted trailer-park porn I’d buy some. I don’t need to be told all about it on cable and broadcast news. Besides, apart from the above mentioned Tomkat I don’t know of anyone who would care to see the more intimate side of K-Fed.
I don’t care if Madonna bought herself a kid while playing keep-up-with-the-Jolies. I don’t care what she has to say about it. Come to think of it, I don’t care what she has to say about, well, anything. Really. And speaking of the Jolies, I don’t care if they buy themselves a dozen kids from assorted countries. I just wish they’d shut up about it. Okay, okay, you’re doing a good thing. Just...do it. And shut up. Oh, and that whole Brangelina nickname thing. Whoever came up with that should be dragged behind a car right beside whatever idiot came up with “Tomkat.” And the very next legitimate newscaster who uses either name should be right there with them with a sign pinned to their chest saying simply, “Sorry.”
Being a news junkie I watch the various news programs with what generally amounts to a good degree of interest. And about every night I have to squirm through a dissertation on one or another of the Hollywood misfit’s latest traumas. I wish they’d get my above point....IT’S NOT NEWS! It’s gossip. Stop it. Leave that stuff to E! Or Oprah or whoever. Touch on it if you like but then MOVE ON!
Message to Hollywood. Shut up and entertain me. That’s what you’re paid for. Message to the news media. Stop with the gossip already. I don’t want to hear about those Hollywood buffoons.
Unless Tomkat and K-Fed run off together and open up a little antique shop in San Francisco, that is. That would be worth about a minute of my time. Then...move on, please.
