As a little girl I always knew I would end up doing something creative as a career, whether that was a dancer, writer or graphic designer. I also knew from a young age that it would take hard work and determination to be recognised in any of those respective fields. Yet nowadays I witness a flurry of young 'uns fast tracking their way to the front of the queue with a golden ticket to the magical world of celebrity.
I believe most people would like to have a taste of fame, and I am guilty as charged to that crime, but I would like to be recognised for my writing ability and not for appearing on Prancing On Ice as a failed X Factor contestant who once slept with a footballer. These days we are bombarded with reality TV shows, such as TOWIE, Geordie Shore, Jersey Shore, Desperate Scousewives and Made In Chelsea, all of which feature people with half a brain cell and are on-going adverts for those who can't really be bothered with school and just wannabe a Z-lebrity.
I recently witnessed a grown woman crying in a velour tracksuit and face full of make-up, after finding out that her boyfriend had been sending saucy emails to other women; unfortunately my life isn't that exciting, and I am of course talking about The Only Way Is Essex.
Before I unleash my fury, I must admit I am a fan of the show and the ridiculous 'real life' scenarios, but did I have the runs on the day where 'how to get on TV for being a complete nobody' was taught in my school? It's no wonder that teenage girls have more interest in being glamour models and WAGS than getting a proper career, when they are surrounded by fakery at every flick of a channel.
Anything in this life takes hard work, but would someone please tell me what is hard about sticking some spiders legs to your eyes, shoving water balloons down your top, rolling your face in foundation and moaning about how your ex was 'Muggin' you off dahn Sugahut the ova nyght.' What annoys me the most when it comes to reality TV stars is how they suddenly become experts in fields they know nothing about, such as fashion, or even worse- Journalism.
I worked damn hard for my degree, and still plug away every day now to get to the top of my game, but perhaps if I had transformed myself in to a Barbie doll and knobbed a few famous people I could of saved myself the tuition fee and had my own column in OK! Magazine. Yes, celebs sell those types of magazines, but when all they seem to talk about is what they had for dinner and how they don't agree with the latest celeb affair it riles me up and makes me want to chuck my shiny degree in the nearest bin.
Today's young women would rather spend £4000 on some brand new T & A, rather than a BA Honours degree; a truly depressing thought, but who do they have to look up to? An abundance of nobodies, like Imogen Thomas of Big Brother and bedding an even bigger brother fame, Amy Childs for stealing Jordan's life, and the girls of Geordie Shore who are famed for sleeping around and getting hammered; something which I did at University but I still have to queue to get in nightclubs.
Am I a fan of reality TV? Of course, but today's shows have reached a new level of ridiculousness; the drama, fakery and scripted scenarios sort of defeat this whole REAL-ity notion of these programmes. My heart still belongs to the early days of Big Brother, when people entered it with no idea if the potential fame and crappy nightclub PA's that awaited them.
Frankie Cocozza is a prime example of someone playing the fame game, and he has openly admitted to wanting to be famous. Since causing a storm on the Fix Factor, he has been front page fodder and bagged a spot on Celebrity Big Brother; all because his tattooed arse and bedroom antics gave him an edge over contestants who could actually sing. Fair play to the lad, but I live in hope that the young generation realise that unless you actually possess talent on a scale of a Hollywood actor or top Sports person, then prepare for your 'career' to flat line pretty sharpish.
For me fame is like money; earned through hard work for doing something worthwhile, but this message won't be broadcast for a long while; until then the only way is resentment for me.
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