The Young and The Rich

Young, talented, beautiful, famous and the rich. All things that American pop culture has grasped, capitalized on and has portrayed through visual media as the only way to live. We think that being a celebrity or famous is going to cure our problems, and instantly we will be dripping in Dior and waltzing in Oscar De La Renta. Don’t get me wrong, even I dream about wearing vintage Halston, having a vintage Chanel broach and owning a couture piece by every major designer that has mattered. But the reality of it all is what is portrayed through today’s visual media and pop culture is something most of us will never become- and in reality, who would want to become that? 
We joke about selling out, we talk about the “Miranda’s” of fashion, we gossip about the girls who wear their Jimmy Choos to work, and we drool over the men in Dolce and Gabanna Ads. I would like to think that all of our lives were like this, but when it comes down to it- I like my life, and as my new year resolution was being happy– I am. 
But, in 40 years when people look back at our generation what are people going to say about us? That we were all vain, obsessive, and shallow? That it was more important to wear Prada than it was to help out your struggling mom neighbor? It has come to my attention that in our generation vanity and fame have become more important than humanity. That people would rather be famous and nutty like Lindsay Lohan than be recognized as a good person in their own community, however big that may be.
When the arts are suffering, and when fashion is falling apart the majority of the public still wants this glamourous life to be handed to them – and they forget that their local grocery store or clothing store is closing because of sales, losing jobs- and in turn most of us are bitching about the economy – when we won’t even support local designers, local stores, and local small business owners. If you can’t afford Chanel you buy Lanvin, and when you can’t afford Lanvin you shop at H&M, American Apparel, and Urban Outfitters, and when you can’t afford that you go to Forever 21– 
Why aren’t we content with being proud locals. Why do we become obsessed with Hollywood’s lifestyle? Sex and the City? The Devil Wears Prada? Are we that miserable and unhappy with our own lives that we have to live through someone else’s?


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