Wicked Wednesday Celebrity ~ Over the years the type of celebrity and the actual word meaning have both changed dramatically. They have evolved, or some may say devolved!
When I saw that this week’s prompt was celebrity I began to think of all kinds of things I could include in a post which had some kind of relevance to me and a celebrity. I am a sex blogger so I enjoy writing about myself and sex in general. But I could only muster up two situations when I had any close contact with a person who could be considered a celebrity.
Top of the Pops
The first one happened when I was 16 years old. I used to have access to most of the Top of The Pops (UK music show) rehearsals. It was a big pull for me and on more than one occasion I skipped school to attend. They were held on a weekday before the actual program aired. I was too young to have entry to the actual show, so for a teenage star-struck female it was a dream come true. I took advantage of this numerous times and met many pop stars and DJ’s; chatted to them and got their autographs. I was still quite naive sexually at that age and when I was once propositioned by a young and upcoming group to go back to their hotel I immediately made my excuses and left.
However, there was an occasion when a Scottish band which regularly made the charts appeared. I happened to have a massive crush on one of its members. By now some of my readers may have realised that I have a bit of a kink in general for Scottish men and maybe this is where it started. Anyway, whilst they were waiting to rehearse I chatted with him for quite a while. Of Course, pretending to be much older than I was. I waited behind when they had finished and mentioned I was going home. The band assumed I was working at the BBC. The guy I liked leaned forward to kiss me. My heart began to thump when I felt his tongue intrude into my mouth and an arm go around my shoulder. I think I said something like “thank you,” and left feeling like I was walking on air.
The second occasion was when I was in my early 20’s – Just before my other blog, based on my dairies, came into play. A boyfriend of mine worked in some capacity for a member of Duran Duran. One night we had dinner with him and his wife. After dinner we said goodnight and ended up shagging the night away in one of their guest rooms. Passing out drunk on the en-suite floor.
Once I realised that the above was practically the extent of my celebrity action I began to think about how, over the years, the type of person we call a celebrity has altered out of all recognition. A few generations ago a person would need to be famed for singing, acting, dancing, comedy, sport or presenting of some kind – to be referred to as a celebrity. However, since the IT revolution, a celebrity now may be simply a person who puts out their own videos, sharing such things as make up tips. Or indeed someone without any talent from a reality TV show.
Wicked Wednesday Celebrity ~ Evolved or Devolved?
I began to discuss this with my man who is not shy of telling people he has a large brain. He is a bit of a wordsmith and explained to me how the word celebrity had evolved.
If we look at the definition we are told it means a person who is famous or well known. We use this word as a noun:
“He / she is a celebrity”.
But looking back a century or so, this usage did not exist. Back then we might have said:
“The actress is celebrated throughout London for her wit and charm”.
By Victorian times being celebrated had evolved further. Instead we would use the word celebrity as an adjective, to describe a person.
“Oscar Wilde enjoys a degree of celebrity on account of his colourful personality and writing.”
Time passed and by the 1950’s the word was commonly used as it is today – as a noun, the subject of the sentence.
It could be said that my view of celebrity has also evolved. No longer the awe struck teenager I find it bizarre that many people express so much interest in the lives of celebrities. From following on social media, to watching TV and videos about them. Personally I would far rather get tied up, spanked and fucked by my man. But maybe that’s just me.
The history of words is fascinating – and far more interesting than ramblings about my own limited contact with supposedly famous people.
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