By Leeta Liepins
The holidays have passed, and their associated excitements have rendered physical exhaustion. Surely there is a rejuvenating activity available from the comfort of the coma couch?
Fear not, for respite is on the horizon. Like them or not, the annual awards season is upon us. All things shiny and bright will beckon for approval as the celebrities do what celebrities do best; indulge. They will indulge in singing and dancing, dining and whining. They will indulge in 90 second acceptance speeches that are rewarded with equally uninspired applause. The players in the audience will be too busy tweeting out their crushing disappointment in having placed second to a lesser light, to join in the ovation.
How fickle and fleeting is fame. Whether the medium be film, television or music; the cycle is the same. For every new star that is born, two fade to black. With a turnover rate that is quicker than that for the current White House Staff; ageing out is rarely an option. Increasingly we see that it takes but one poor choice, one bad decision, one lapse in judgement, and your star implodes.
Twinkle, twinkle little star, we see you now for what you are.
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