No “Rock Stars”, Please!
Gianaclis Caldwell
I have an issue with the current reverence that the term “rock star” is supposed to infer. I know, people are just trying to show their admiration, respect, whatever, but really, “rock star”?
Our cheese has been called a rock star. We, as cheesemakers, here at Pholia Farm have been called rock stars. (And this has all been in recently published books, by the way) And I have been called that by some lovely, well-meaning people as a way of introduction to others.
Let me confess that my own ego is not immune to the attention that such a term brings, but then isn’t that part of the problem? Ego is great, when kept in a proper captivity, but let it loose on the stage of life, with adoring fans feeding the beast with accolades and applause, and it quickly becomes a monster. A monster that for some reason our culture insists upon worshipping.
And I am nothing! Imagine the difficulty of fighting off this beast when you actually really accomplish something- or are truly gifted. Thank goodness that hasn’t happened!
I don’t believe our species, our culture, or our world needs any more rock stars, real or perceived. If we could only learn to idolize the true leaders, heroes, and quiet pillars of life, wouldn’t that be something?
Oh, anyone seen Steven Tyler’s new music video…?
