Originally published in The Daily Toreador.
While I’m far from a frequent visitor to the blog of Perez Hilton, I’ve seen enough from his site in the past to make the judgment that I will rarely, if ever, agree with him.
So it’s weird that I think he hit the nail on the head with a headline he posted early Tuesday morning, in which he said to let Robert Pattinson (lovingly referred to as R-Patz in the headline. A pet name, I’m sure) get drunk in peace.
I was actually getting my much needed beauty sleep when Facebook and Twitter were set aflame by the news that Pattinson, of the “Twilight” and “Goblet of Fire” fame, was spotted here in Lubbock, drinking at Cricket’s. My fiancee informed me of the news that morning before I left for class, and sure enough my Twitter feed was full of “oooohs” and “ahhhhhs.”
I’ll just be blunt: You people are crazy.
I understand that this is Lubbock and big celebrities don’t generally just wander through here unannounced &- if this had happened in Dallas, it would have been less of a deal.
But still, he’s just one guy, trying to have a relaxed drinking session with some friends.
I’m not even a “Twilight” hater, like many of my male peers. Believe it or not I’ve actually read all four main books in the series (mostly prompted by my younger sister, but I still wanted to see what all the fuss was about) and don’t really have a problem with them, in general. I don’t really care that there’s a huge fanbase for the franchise or that the crappy movie adaptations bring in a lot of box office money. That’s fine, and I actually get it. But we need to draw a line somewhere with celebrities in general.
Judging from reports and Facebook statuses, fans (particularly females) grabbed their keys and rushed out to Cricket’s the second word hit that Pattinson was present. I imagine that many of the fans in question probably weren’t old enough to get into the bar anyway, so they would have been stuck waiting outside regardless of whether or not the place had been essentially closed down.
And all to get a mere glimpse of a guy they’ve seen on TV. And they wanted to see him with a rather unflattering beard, no less (no offense, Rob).
Now, it’s one thing to see a celebrity by chance and tell them, “Hey, I really like your work,” or whatever. Major stars probably get sick of that after awhile, but I’m sure plenty of people, especially minor celebrities, appreciate such a gesture.
But to drop everything you’re doing, or maybe even hop out of bed, just to rush out the door and stand outside a bar just to look at a guy? Kind of creepy. Kind of desperate. Extremely crazy.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s really cool to meet famous people who you admire. I’ve managed to have brief conversations with some favorite stars of mine (one is an author, so many of you probably wouldn’t have shared my excitement), and it can be a thrill. But those conversations only happened because the fans around stayed calm and didn’t freak out. Also, the stars in question knew fans would be there. I didn’t interrupt their lunch meeting or pool game.
A co-worker of mine brought up the point that if this had been a female celebrity and there was a pack of men outside waiting to see her, women would call it creepy and disgusting. I could write a lot about the problems with that double standard, but I already did it a couple years ago for a Daily Toreador column titled “Twilight objectifies men,” so I don’t want to repeat myself. But keep that in mind. Would you really like it if you were mobbed by fans everywhere you went? Really?
Now, if Yvonne Strahovski from “Chuck” had been at Bash’s last night and I missed it, I might have been bummed (my fiancee would not be), but I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed at 2 a.m. to go wait outside a bar to see her.
I would have said, “Dude, Yvonne Strahovski was in Lubbock last night. That’s crazy and random.” Then I would have gone back to bed. Maybe you guys and girls should do the same.