Jada Pinkett Smith wrote an open post on Facebook defending Rihanna, Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift and 9-year-old Quvenzhane Wallis. She wants everyone to leave them alone and let these million dollar celebrities blossom like unique flowers.
The most telling thing about this rant? Jada Pinkett Smith does not understand the purpose of paragraphs. It’s an eye numbing wall of text. I’ve broken up her diatribe to make it easier to read and to comment on.
How can we ask for our young stars to have a high level of responsibility if we are not demonstrating that same level of responsibility towards them?
She’s starting off with a decent argument.
This last week, I had to really evaluate the communication in regard to our young artists in the media. I was trying to differentiate cyber-bullying from how we attack and ridicule our young stars through media and social networks. It is as if we have forgotten what it means to be young or even how to behave like good ol’ grown folk. Do we feel as though we can say and do what we please without demonstrating any responsibility simply because they are famous?
This must be the basis for her thesis, “Why celebrities need more sycophants.”
Is it okay to continually attack and criticize a famous 19 year old who is simply trying to build a life, exercise his talents while figuring out what manhood and fame is all about as he carries the weight of supporting his family as well as providing the paychecks to others who depend on him to work so they can feed their families as well? Does that render being called a cunt by an adult male photographer as you try to return to your hotel after leaving the the hospital?
The answer: yes. Especially when he has a swag coach and dresses like a meme threw up on him. How else is this kid going to learn? And why is he supporting his family? Is living in the lap of luxury the only way for these people to survive? I’m sure they were doing fine before he blew up on YouTube. Also, that cunt argument is thrown out the window when you take a swing at someone even if your bodyguard baby cubs you into a car.
Or what about our nine year old beautiful Oscar nominee who was referred to as a cunt as well?
That was supposed to be a joke. It was an absurd statement that everyone obviously knows is not true. It was a really, really poorly worded joke which did not go over well at all.
Or what about being a young woman in her early twenties, exploring the intracacies of love and power on the world stage? And should we shame a young woman for displaying a sense of innocence as she navigates through the murky waters of love, heartbreak, and fame? Are these young people not allowed to be young, make mistakes, grow, and eventually transform a million times before our eyes?
That argument is thrown out the window when this young woman starts singing about how all her exes are assholes even though she might be the one with the problem. Or when they go back to the man who punched them in the face 100 times. The best way to learn from a mistake is to be called out on it.
Are we asking them to defy the laws of nature because of who they are? Why can’t we congratulate them for the capacity to work through their challenges on a world stage and still deliver products that keep them on top. We all know how hard it is to keep our head above water, even in the privacy of our own homes let alone on the world stage. Imagine yourself, at their age, with the spotlights, challenges and responsibilities. Most of us would have fallen to the waste side before we could even get to a crashed Ferrari, a controversial romance, several heart breaks, or an Oscar nomination at NINE. We WISH we could have had the capacity to accomplish HALF of what they have accomplished along with ALL these challenges they face. But…maybe THAT’S the problem…we WISH we could have or even…we WISH we could.
I think it’s “fallen by the wayside,” but yes, let’s all baby these celebrities some more like the rest of their adoring fans. That’s exactly what they need. More yes-men. Oh, you’re so wonderful, Justin Bieber. No, you don’t dress or act like a TOTAL douchebag. Yes, you are the perfect woman, Taylor Swift. It’s not you, it’s them.
Wah wah wah. Poor them. I’m sure they cry into their 2,000 thread count pillows while their pet bengal rocks them to sleep every night.