Cosplaying Joan Rivers
Like Nothing is Happening
So the Grammys happened, while the world is on fire.
Not one of them made a statement, or even an acknowledgement about what’s going on. They were all just smiling, happy to be there.
Am I just supposed to sit here and cosplay Joan Rivers on my couch? Am I just supposed to pretend that all of their friends are not abusers, rapists, and pedos? Am I supposed to be shocked someone wore nipple clamps, and forget celebrities are part of the fuel to this fire?
We all need escapism sometimes. I’m not judging that, and I’m not judging if you did watch the Grammys. I didn’t.
It’s just becoming harder and harder to ignore how awards and the “elite” are all pretend. How everything in this life is made up, and almost none of it makes sense.
A few months ago, I had a coworker come into the break room and say they did some kind of ancestry research, and found that they’re descendants of royalty. I forget from where. He sounded so proud.
That sent my mind in a couple directions.
I thought “how embarrassing”. You’re proud of being from royalty? You’re proud that you’re lineage committed genocide? Royalty is just people who thought themselves so self-important that they claimed a land at the cost of people’s lives (probably natives of that land), created a tax collector to steal from the people to make themselves rich, lord over the people, and make the people dependent on them, and if they break the law they’ll be punished. Laws that they created themselves for convenience and control.
As a society we’re supposed to love royalty? We grow up with movies showing princes and princesses. Today we encourage others by saying “go off, queen!”, “You got this, king!”. We’re supposed to strive to be rich like royalty, to have servants and huge mansions?
Did you know there’s a story of King Charles III, that a note he was writing fell by the garbage can. He called a servant, on the phone, to come into his office and pick it up for him?
Now, I wasn’t there, so this story could be untrue. However, maybe I’m jaded and grumpy but I believe it. I believe that his mind is so atrophied by “luxury” that he can’t (or doesn’t want to) perform a simple task. Perhaps bending down is beneath him. Perhaps he sees someone, a servant, picking up his trash as humiliation on that servant, further asserting his position as authority. Perhaps having people do things for him is so natural that the thought of picking it up himself didn’t even cross his mind. It’s not even a thing in his reality. Either scenario, I find it pathetic.
It’s a different reality when you’re fighting for survival.
To further see how much I hate celebrity, you can read my previous entry: Celebrities are a cog in the fascist machine.
Is it even fun to be a conspiracy theorist anymore?
Things are coming to light, very dark things. And a lot of it, conspiracy theorists have been saying for a long time. I guess it’s nice to know you’ve been right. We all love being right. But there’s a bittersweetness to being right about such evil things.
I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I’ve never been one to go down rabbit holes and research alien this, ritual sacrifice that. So perhaps I’m speaking from an ignorant place, but from my perspective it looked like speculative fun. People making up elaborate and wild accusations about the government, Hollywood, the elite, maybe for entertainment. Just like watching “reality” tv, or reading books of fiction. All make believe.
Except that it’s not anymore.
Emotionally I don’t know how to handle the dismantling and crumbling down of the illusion the entertainment industry has placed upon us, but I do know we can hit them where the money hurts.
It’s all it is. Money.
Money is power and control. That’s why I didn’t watch the Grammys. The more eyes on the screen, the more money they get. The more eyes on our phones and time spent, the more money they get. When something is free, like YouTube or Instagram, that means we’re the product.
The system only works as long as we keep pouring our money into it. Now, more than ever we need to be discerning about where we place our money and attention.
It won’t be celebrity. They have never been a role model to me. My role model is my friend who built her business from the ground up, despite suffering incredible sexual violence in her youth. My role model is my friend who continues to get up every day, even though her heart breaks from a hardship.
Humans love an uplifting story. Many celebrities have that. The story of overcoming adversity, of coming from nothing and finally “making it” because now they’re holding an award.
Most of us won’t hold an award in our lives, and I want to remind you, those uplifting stories are much closer to you than you think.
Those stories are in your mom, in your friends, in you.
But we continue to be distracted by shiny gowns and pretty faces, thinking “I want that”, forgetting that we are the ones living out our story.
I know friends who have spent hundreds, probably a few thousand dollars, buying merch from celebrities because they love that celebrity. Meanwhile, that same person is struggling financially.
That celebrity is already a billionaire. They don’t need your money. You need you money. You need you!
Never forget you.
with much self love, and personal magick,
Icaro
