So far, the invitees to my soiree are all well-known, in and well beyond their fields, but don't have super-celebrity status.
By "super-celebrity," I mean someone whose death would bring the media flocking to home or hospital (Michael Jackson), someone whose activities would rate the whole hour on Larry King. Someone like Oprah, whose appearance on TV commands millions of viewers.
To make my point: Do you know who these people are?
well,duh! The dynamic between mere mortals and super-celebrities is not one of equals. For the mere mortal, the glare of fame may be too bright to see beyond. For the super-celeb, the famous persona may, and may have to, block real connection.
What's lost is a lively exchange of ideas and the opportunity for mere mortals to make the acquaintance of another successful and interesting person, as opposed to a successful and interesting persona.
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I had to check Webster's to clarify "soiree". Coming of age in the late '50's and early '60's my fantasy was to find a bar where cool artists and writers from Pollock to Kerouac hung out - and "tea" was something the hip insiders smoked in the hallway to the bathrooms. When dudes were "cool" and "chicks" were "hot".
I never quite made it. The "hippies" quickly edged out the "beats". And I, unfortunately, turned 30 in 1968, about the time "don't trust anyone over 30" became a mantra. Oh, well...(Ah, wail...) such are dreams.
'least it gives me a smile and something to write and draw about.
And don't forget the jazz - ah, the jazz!
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