Tag: celebrity culture

how i wish i could name drop every so often

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I wish that I knew those starry names

That I could drop into chats with friends

So that they fizz like tablets dropped in water,

Bubbling furiously, as I glow in a crowd

Happy in the knowledge that I

Am the ine that’s connected

The one that is worthy of love.

When I lived in London I very regularly stood next to a celebrity as I ordered a pint in a bar. And because I was drunk, I was never frightened to have a chat. It meant that I could name drop a lot. I loved telling people that I’d sat with Ricky Gervais in my local, or passed Emma Thompson coming out of the toilets. It kind of made me feel special.

Now, I spend every evening in with my cat. I suppose age is the reason, but I can’t be bothered with leaving the sofa.

My friend was telling me how she knows the writer of the book that I’m reading and I did suddenly feel a little sad that I have such a secluded life. Every so often, I feel like I would love to be able to rub shoulders with the rich and famous so I can tell those exciting stories; make me feel special for five minutes.

But then I get home to my crochet blankets and the latest episodes of the Crown – and I think, perhaps not.

Much Love

R xx

celebrity break ups

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They come together in video shoots, wearing clothes

That show the midriff, and make up heavy blue,

Beautiful but far from natural, fans don’t want that now,

What they want is flashy love, a whirlwind hope

That this will work, when two pop stars collide.

They dance through time, cameras capturing their lives

That twist together, forming such a vital part

Of our psyche, of our culture. Songs and memes,

Will taint our world and soon we will rely

On knowing they are living in a blissful cloud

Somewhere on an LA hill, houses filled with pools

And cinemas and bowling alleys in the basement.

So when that Tweet or Insta post is sent out to the masses

Little parts of molten hearts, break away,

Splintering with sadness there’s no need to feel;

We don’t know them, though we feel we do,

And so there’s tears and breathless sobs

Until they sell that house and find a new

Partner for the Met Ball, someone for the scarlet carpets,

Passing one another like they’re strangers now.

It once was worth our sweetest thoughts,

The wish for marriage and for babies that will never come;

It’s sad. It hurts. But life just works that way,

Even if you have those millions in the bank,

You’re not exempt from pain to that extent.

Today Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello announced that they are splitting after two years together. I feel like I’m a bit old to appreciate their love, but their announcement did remind me of the sadness I felt when my favourite celebrities split.

I remember feeling particularly heartbroken when Britney and Justin split and it was equally as difficult to come to terms with Brad and Jen throwing in the towel.

I think that we feel the pain of these splits because we invest so heavily with our emotions. We want to see the relationships succeed because they seem so perfect – so if they can’t last, what hope do we have?

Much Love

Rachel xx