Oh I don’t mean the Justin Bieber once famous — no, I mean the little boy who did a single thing.
The single thing was snapped up and he was constructed into something by people who knew how to construct cardboard public figures.
The bar of perfection is lower for Rittenhouse that it was for Bieber; but still, whatever set of opinions he expresses will have to match up with the standards right now for that group if he wants to continue getting interviewed and travelling to places and stuff.
He’s part of that world now. It’s a bizarro version of Hollywood. Celebrities clamoring for relevance; a smattering of a fan base, a special guest star on a TV show or interview.
I was close to being groomed into a life of music- I got out before going to Julliard because I could ‘see it’ – the life of fame scares me to bits and I wouldn’t like it – I knew at 11.
So everytime I see someone get thrust into the spotlight and turned into a hero or great-guy, I feel for them; it’s a scary place and can only hope they’re extraverted and enjoy it.
It’s easier to be a villain; you’re free to do whatever as a villain.
But to be somebody’s hero? harder