Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Say One Thing, Do Another, and Somehow Be Crazy Enough to Resolve the Two in Your Mind


Not sure how anyone can claim to be a fan, and then do something like this. If I had to guess how he would have reacted to this, I would say offended, angry, and hurt. Love him to death, but he's really just a toy to you, right? Public property?

Disrespectful conduct by people from whom I've come to expect that sort of thing. I'm enraged, but can't say I'm surprised at all. And since this page was verified as fake and reported to someone in direct contact with Tony Shalhoub, the person/people who did this has/have thoroughly embarrassed themselves. And I'm still rueing the bone-headed maneuvers I made at Paley last year, having attended the event after getting just one hour of sleep in three days. At least my heart was in the right place, even if my head was lodged firmly up my ass. I can't even compete with this despicable prank.

Having some difficulty seeing him as a human being? I don't care how rich they are or that their faces are on your TV set and plastered all over the magazines. They feel and express a full range of emotions: happiness, sadness, anger, elation, shame, arrogance, humility, embarassment, apathy, love, hatred, and compassion. They eat, sleep, recreate, and use the bathroom. They have mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, aunts, cousins, and children. They have therapists. They have to keep working or money stops coming in. Their refrigerators break. They suffer from depression and anxiety. They get cancer, headaches, and ulcers, and they have to have their teeth drilled. They have family barbecues. They get the morning paper. They have dogs, cats, and parakeets. They take pictures of their kids and gush over them as they show them to their friends. They have to pay their electric bills or their lights get cut off. They fall in love. They get divorced. They walk in the park. They go grocery shopping. They're born, they live, they die.

What the fuck does completely dissecting their lives and laying them out in grand, graphic, gory detail for the amusement of millions of total strangers have to do with acting???? Not one goddamn thing. Where does that sense of entitlement come from? Methinks thou doth project too much.


Respect the man.