
Why do people flock to Hollywood by the bus loads in search of fame and fortune? Why are they vapid, stupid, worthless and egotistical to boot? Their ambition is that of Shakespearean stuff, but they do not stride like a colossus they get a tan and work out, drinking Robeks juice and eating powerbars. They’re head so fat from their own sense of entitlement seeking fortune because they have 4 percent body fat and nice teeth and performed in a school play, once. Reality television has created these monsters of instant fame whores seeking the blood of twitter followers (follow us on Drunkrobertshaw) and Facebook Likes (Midnight With Robert Shaw on Facebook! Fucking Like it!)

Hollywood is an amazing hub of crazy. You can’t walk down the street without some one holding a headshot, which is a big scam by the way. Most casting directors for commercials won’t even look at those headshots you spent $700 bucks on. They take your pictures with a digital camera and send it to a database. So, fuck your agents when they force you to take new ones, cause they always tell you to take new ones. If one wants to be an actor in the land of La-La, expect to spend money. You need to pay for classes, you need to pay for reels, you need to pay for headshots, you need to pay for membership on casting websites that never give you a good job and you need to pay for all those crunches you do at the gym because no one has discipline to do them at home. But people will pay through the ass for this shit because it brings them closer to being a STAR!
Fame is the plague of the 21st century. Every one wants instant fame now and can get it. Every one in the world can be a star for 30 seconds on you tube. Every one can get a movie deal if you make a viral video that has over ten million hits. Every one can be on television be you fat, thin, eat weird shit, fuck any thing that moves, have big tits, have a small dick, have two vaginas, get plastic surgery to make yourself look like a cat, from New Jersey, or are a total douche. What happened to hard work and love for craft? It exists, I know, but it is growing rarer by the year now. Soon it will be gone and all we will have are cat videos.

I understand fame can be great. Amazing even. Better than any drug on earth because it allows you the ability to get and taste everything and everyone. Chicks, dudes, chick-dudes, but after awhile they leave you broken and blue balled. Just look at Demi Moore, that old bitch still thinks she’s 19, literally. She thinks All My Children is still on the air, Jimmy Carter is in the White House and has no idea what the internet is. Allegedly. She had to be rushed to the hospital for doing whip its and smoking herbs. Kids do that shit, grow up Demi! But it’s okay, she is famous and not under the laws of normal people. She will get scores of positive tweets in response to her ailment for acting a dip shit.
The reason this blog was inspired was the sudden and tragic death of Leslie Carter, I know, I didn’t know who she was either. But she died of an apparent overdose of prescription drugs. This happens a lot with famous people too. Her problem was she wasn’t famous enough. The stress of not being as famous as her brothers Aaron and Nick, pushed her to an early death. First of, who even remembers those two Aryan clones? If you can’t get out of the shadows cast by the Carter brothers what chance do you have in real life? It is a pitiful excuse for an early death but it happens a lot. People need to get over themselves and wise the fuck up.

Fame is a monster, to paraphrase that ugly fuck Lady GaGa. (But she does have a great ass and is famous!) No one is ever happy with it yet every one wants it so bad they cut all ties with family and career to lasso the moon. So many people have this urge to be a performer, because it is in their heart and they know they were born to do it! Well, you’re not. You were born to do menial tasks for menial wages and live a simple life. Put your attention and passion to loving others you fucks! It’s not like we live in straw huts and fear Highway Men with swords. We fear normal life now. Normal life is boring. Every one wants to rage. Very poetic, but in this day and age people live longer. And no one wants to see a 90 pound 50 year old with tattoos and pierced nipples dance all night to house music. Unless you’re into that sort of thing… Weirdo.