My first science teacher taught me that stars are celestial balls of gases and they do some stuff… I don’t remember the rest but it doesn’t matter because this isn’t an astronomy site. I also grew up learning that a star could also be a killer rock musician or an iconic leading lady in film. You see, it used to be that you had to actually DO SOMETHING to be a star. In fact, you needed to do it well AND consistently. Merriam-Webster defines star as “a person who is preeminent in a particular field”. For my friends in the South, preeminent means outstanding or supreme.
Well, I guess the Palin’s are stars, or so says my TV guide. You see Bristol is going to be on Dancing with the Stars, which means that she must be outstanding at giving up the poonani because if she wasn’t the daughter of a dippable failure of a politician, Bristol would be just another teenage pregnancy statistic.
So why the fuck is she considered a star? It’s simple, Bristol comes from a rare stock of fame-whores. The irony here is that they do everything they can to become celebrities, but when someone questions their motivation, they act like they’re just a simple down to earth family.
I love this video of a native Alaskan from Homer, confronting Sarah on abandoning her responsibility as an elected official to go off an be a celebrity. Even though Sarah AND Bristol debate that they aren’t, the fact of the matter is that Sarah was in Homer to film a TV show. Perhaps Bristol was picking up a few moves at the same time.
I love this part:
[Kathleen Gustafson]
By using your celebrity status, certainly not by political status.
[Bristol Sheeran Marie Palin]
How is she a celebrity? That’s my question.
[Sarah Palin]
I’m honored! No, she thinks I’m a celebrity!
[Bristol Sheeran Marie Palin]
That’s funny that you think she is.
[Kathleen Gustafson]
Well, you’re certainly not representing the state of Alaska any longer…even though…
[Bristol Sheeran Marie Palin]
She’s representing United States?
Well, what are YOU representing Bristol? Oh yeah, teenage whores.
