We're
All Movie Stars in Our Own Minds
Another
reason I’m glad I’m not a celebrity. Listen to this…
While
Cameron Diaz was in France to attend the Cannes Film Festival
for her role in Shrek 2, she had an acne breakout that she wasn’t
able to control. It happened the night before the big show and
a not-so-trustworthy friend of hers reported it to the press.
(How thoughtful of him.)
“The
zits flared up the night before - it was a case of all hands on
deck to make her look like her normal self,” said the pretend
friend. “They worked for ages to give her a perfect complexion.
It tends to flare up when she is stressed or has too many late
nights."
Once
again, EMTS (Emergency Makeup Technician Services) was called
to rescue her broken out face—a typical celebrity response.
Any sign of imperfection and the troops are called in to quickly
regain a flawless look. Can’t blame her. Unfortunately,
presenting a perfect image is all part of being a beautiful celebrity.
(Just
a sidenote: Any idea what celebrity make-up artists pull in? On
average, an individual who works with celebrities either through
a magazine or as a celebrity’s personal make-up artist gets
paid anywhere from $500-$1,500 an hour, sometimes more!)
Back
to my point. Whether we like to admit it or not, we’re all
stars in our own minds. Even if you have the resources to pay
for make-up artists to shadow your every move, the problem still
persists—acne can ruin your day. While we don’t have
to worry about seeing ourselves on the magazine rack at the grocery
store or on a celebrity trash show, we still have to interact
with people every day.
I
guess you could say we’re all little micro-celebrities.
To back up my point, think about this. Our life is the movie.
Family portraits, honeymoon photos, and Christmas cards are the
tabloids. Our mother-in-law represents the critics. Our friends
and spouses are the fans. Even though we don’t have flash
bulbs in our faces every second we walk around in public, how
we look and any visible blemishes we have is still important.
Okay, you get the point.
As
much as I poke fun at celebrities
over-reacting to acne breakouts, I do understand their reaction.
Just like every one of us, their identity is quite literally wrapped
up in their skin. And so, if a pimple merits a week’s worth
of tabloid smear articles or a special report from Hollywood Access,
paying for an entourage just to cover your acne would be an expense
worth taking, I suppose.
