So after reading about the chance to write a blog for The Huffington post I jumped straight on it and guess what happened, I got 'Writers' Block'.
Well, after some thinking and a lot of head-scratching trying to think of some ideas, I turned to my trusty friend Google and found an article called 'The 100 most annoying things'. Straight away after reading down just to number 20 I found an idea: "The nation's obsession with Z-list celebrities".
Well it was perfect; I live exactly six miles north of the River Mersey, or better known as six miles away from Liverpool (thank God I have a bit of distance). I'm sure anyone who has watched TV lately has seen the irritating advert for Desperate Scousewives. The first time I actually saw it, I'm going to be honest, it took me at least two minutes to recover from my cringe face. Liverpudlian people often tend to moan about people stereotyping them as just being WAGS, irritating, blonde, orange idiots; to put it nicely. Then this happens: they summed up everybody's stereotypical image of a scouser themselves! After watching The Only Way Is Essex for the first time I became an obsessive, compulsive weekly observer of the show, picking up sayings such as "Well Jel" and "REEM" and finding them actually quite amusing.
After watching Desperate Scousewives it seems the title just summed the programme up: they are desperate and the fact that one of them called the other a "Z-lister" nicely summed up number 20 on the 100 most annoying things. The opening speech of the show was "we're loud and proud", well that just said it all - it was 65 minutes of loud, ongoing annoyance. I don't know if it was just me but did anyone else realise that only three of them were actually Scousers? I guess the population of Liverpool wanted to save a bit of dignity and they had to hire people from other parts of the North West to attempt to act, which may I add was a poor attempt of acting.
I find it sad that people can sit and watch 65 minutes of the show yet pay no attention to the real people doing something for our country. We have people actually doing good things in our country which yet have no recognition as being celebrities. Last week I had my High School awards presentation and the man who presented my award was Corporal Andy Reid. He was in the 3rd Battalion Yorkshire Regiment and whilst out in Afghanistan, he lost an arm and both legs.
He now has prosthetic limbs yet he has no recognition of being a celebrity, and then it hit me: I thought, why don't I research the definition of celebrity? Straight away I got my answer. It doesn't matter how many limbs you lose or how much you fight for our country, you're not going to have any recognition unless you have money, a famous billionaire dad or you can act or sing, which nowadays you don't need to be good at either; you can make a song even if you are tone deaf, Paris Hilton did.