I turned off anon long ago because I was just getting bombarded with people’s unsolicited and not surprisingly, incredibly stupid opinions and ramblings about CM Punk. I get it, we’re friends, and since he tends to block anyone who annoys him, directing all idiocy toward me seems like a pretty good work-around. But now I don’t allow anon asks, and I ignore/block everyone on Twitter who bugs me about him too. It doesn’t stop people from trying, but whatever - welcome to life on the Internet.
When I wrote my RedEye article about fame from a friend’s perspective (http://goo.gl/w3eCx6
) I received reactions varying from rape and death threats (yep… that happened) to people saying it was the first time they ever really put themselves in the shoes of a person who lives in the public eye. Of course most people responded with the very “if I had his money I wouldn’t complain” or “if he didn’t want constant attention he shouldn’t have become famous” that prompted the article — so thanks for reading, dummies.
But yeah, that’s what I was trying to say in my article — you can’t say “if I was him” because you aren’t him. If I were you I’d probably do things differently too. But I’m not you, so I can’t begin to speculate on how I would react to being thrown into your life. Do you think money solves every problem? If I’m not mistaken, Biggie Smalls never said, “Mo money, NO problems.” So just stop with that, it’s a silly argument.
Live your own life, which I might add, is so short that every moment you spend speculating about how you’d do things if you were someone else is a moment you have wasted.
The “well he shouldn’t have blah blah blah” argument is equally invalid. “Well, if he didn’t want his wedding photos to be leaked he shouldn’t be getting photographed at all those Cubs games.” What the actual fuck are you talking about? Say that sentence to yourself slowly and listen to how dumb you sound. You should also know when I read those tweets and emails out loud to my husband I fill my cheeks up with air and pull my chin into my chest so my voice sounds as stupid as those words are. I usually swing my elbows around and make a fart noise at the end of the sentences, too.
I feel like these “well he shouldn’t have fart fart fart" comments are coming in tandem with another case of an invasion of privacy in the news right now - Jennifer Lawrence. "Well if she didn’t want people to see her private photos then she shouldn’t have taken them!" Uh no, actually whoever stole and published them shouldn’t have done that. And the people sharing them online now shouldn’t be sharing them. Those are the shouldn’ts that I will accept.
I don’t think Punk has complained about people tweeting pictures of him in the ring or on a panel at a comic book convention - you know, his public life? And I don’t think it’s too much to ask to not want people waiting for you next to your garbage can or shoving crap into your mail slot. Sure, sure those people “made him famous” (temporarily putting a hold on my argument that hard work and determination made him famous) but so did hundreds of thousands of other fans who would never dream of violating a person’s private life in that way. They don’t feel entitled to access in such a creepy and inappropriate manner - so why should the few who do get away with it?
Wait, you guys… should I be standing next to Dita Von Teese’s dumpster right now? I mean, I’ve put a few hundred bucks into her bank account over the years, don’t I deserve to know what brand of cat food she buys? After all, I made her famous (erm, after I found out who she was because she was you know, in magazines and stuff that I had nothing to do with) and anyhow, if she doesn’t want me sending her explicit tweets and harassing her boyfriend then she shouldn’t be photographed at fashion shows! Her fault, not mine.
Never mind, guys, I totally see your point. Well, I’m off to make a Dita Von Teese doll out of my own hair so I can shove it into her mail slot. See you later!