Celebrity Arrogance

Over the weekend I have thinking about how arrogant some so called celebreties are. One always a misplaced level of self-confidence from the telentles little oiks that appear on those ridiculous 'famous for five minutes' type TV shows and other associated 'reality' crap. But they can be dismissed as simple oxygen wasters, and thus happily ignored. I mean who would care if Gareth Gates or Jade Goody or any of the other inconsequential half wits died tomorrow. Not that I wish them any ill will; its just that who cares?

My concern comes far more from the arrogance exhibited by celebreties who DO have a discernible talent. My assumption had always been that they might be a little big-headed but that they had something to be big-headed about. Think David Beckham or Paul McCartney. Not everyone's cup of tea perhaps but not without some talent and you could forgive a slightly inflated ego. But this week I was shocked to discover the sheer arrogance of two very different 'entertainers'; one an egomaniac footballer, the other an up-his-own-arse wobbleboard player. I refer of course to William Gallas and Rolf Harris; the dream team in only our worst ever nightmares (or in Rolf's case the dreamtime team).

Firstly Gallas; he appears to have set his heart on completely derailing any opportunitiy for his club, Arsenal, acheiving anything this season by attempting to undermine the younger players in the squad, regularly citing 'lack of fight' in matches and 'lack of respect' for senior players. He has also written that the French international squad failed at Euro 2008 due to a lack of respect for senior players. He sees himself as an important senior player. He needs to examine himself. He is a decent centre half or full back, and is good enough to play premier league football, but he is not a great star. In terms of French defenders he will never ever compare favourably with, for example, Marcel Desailly or Lillian Thuram. He is not an all time great, yet his ego is the size of a small country.

Then there's Rolf. What he is is a a personable entertainer and TV presenter who is art school trained, with a passable talent in mimicing different styles of painting. What he thinks he is is an artist and a songwriter, with opinions that people will be interested in. Oh Rolf, how wrong can one man be. You are a lightweight, frothy TV personna. Nothing more, nothing less. Being a youth swimming chanmpion, going on stage with three legs, singing songs about kangaroos and boy soldiers and painting a soulless portrait of Brenda does not make you a star. Yet you really think that what you do is important. And what do you mean when you say you don't understand the words of 'Blowin in the Wind'? What is there to understand?

The shame of both these individuals is that they do have talent, a lot of talent. Yet they seem to feel thay have so much more than they really have and that what they do is significant and important. For goodness sake; once we think that TV entertainers and footballers are important (as opposed to TV entertainment and football which are important) we have plost the plot. they are simply the hired hands, and all are dispensible, and thus their over-inflated egos are seriously foolish.