For a good chunk of my adult life I have worked in professions that have allowed me to interact with artists. Singers, conductors, choreographers, dancers, actors, etc....all shapes, sizes and disciplines. They've become friends and colleagues. While I appreciate their talent, I realize that art is their profession and there is so much more to these folks than their talent. That said, I realize, perhaps, that due to the exposure I have a perspective that most individuals don't have. This bias acknowledged...I LOATHE star fuc@#*s!!!
I define "star fuc@#*s" in three ways: 1) You are so gaga and starry-eyed over an individual that someone has to pry your lips from their ass. 2) Literally, you find the biggest celebrity in the room and get them into bed. 3) You attempted said artist's profession and have not been successful, so you spend your time grilling them and dropping names to make yourself appear more important. Now, I have experienced all three variations in my lifetime. I actually stopped inviting one of my closest girlfriends to outings that included artists after she exhibited #1 during a random happy hour. You only get one shot with me and if you're embarrassing--you're done. Today however, it's #3 that's put me over the edge.
I spent a very lovely evening enjoying a performance at a Twin Cities' arts organization. Afterwards I was invited to have cocktails with a few of the performers that I'm friends with at their hotel. I brought my date for the evening--John, as well as my gay husband Doug. We were all having a wonderful time....until Mary Stalker showed up. Now, Mary Stalker is not someone I know well (friend of a friend), nor do I particularly like her, so I MOST definitely didn't invite her to post-show cocktails. Nevertheless, she showed up and plopped her ass down right next to me! I spent the rest of the evening listening to her try and monopolize the conversation. Bragging about who she had and hadn't slept with both male and female and grilling the talent about the performance and their professional lives.
Shut the hell up!! For love of God--NO ONE CARES. Everyone is winding down after the performance (especially the artists) and they want to gossip or talk about normal things not about how to make your career better. You're not a big deal, you're not even KIND OF a big deal, so get over it! Did you miss the fact that everyone was trying to ignore you? I rolled my eyes so many times at her constant interruptions and lame attempts to refocus the conversation back to her that I think Doug was worried that my eyes would fall out of my sockets. So, do yourself a favor--if you're ever in this kind of situation, remember these folks are people first! If you do choose to be ridiculous, than don't sit by me....next time I might not be able to refrain myself from physical violence.
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