I fully acknowledge that the opening paragraph gives the impression that I have nothing but disdain for the producers and judges of the show, and that is because I do. However, it is we, the public who are really to blame for all that is truly awful about this entire affair.
Could it be possible that we aren't all owed fame? Of course!
The vast majority of us are just not good enough for fame. It is a as simple as that. I understand that you may think that you have the voice of an angel, and moves that would captivate millions. I mean who hasn't belted out a ballad in the bathroom whilst dancing round naked in one sock, for an imaginary packed house at Wembley? But the sad fact is, in the real world this simply doesn't cut the mustard. If you take the talent route to fame, you need to be exceptional, which is extremely rare.
For those who lack exceptional abilities, another worrying avenue has opened up. If you are willing to make your entire existence on this planet available for sale you too can make it. The only condition being that you are an individual who is willing to constantly search for new ways in which to make your life more of a freak show. You need nothing more than to lead a life that is so weird and wonderful, so explosive, so unpredictable that it becomes marketable to the masses. Gone are the days when those who achieved celebrity were mysterious, artistic geniuses whose work enriched and amazed and whose way of life inspired us. Now, a red setter with musical farts, a mother addicted to prescription flea treatment and a glass eye could be a star if it was enough of a slut.
Furthermore, people are now too shallow. If you are to be a celebrity then you have to have physical appeal, and sadly the people of Britain are quite ugly. The amusing thing is that we are only ugly by our own standards. If we only decided that we would accept a few missing teeth as part of a winning smile, or that a moustache actually made a women look very distinguished we all might have more of a chance, and so might X Factor entrants. Although,on reflection, superficiality may be a good thing if it serves to minimise the number of hopeless hopefuls who are inevitably exploited.
Finally it must be born in mind that we the public, comprise both the entrants,and the most powerful fifth member of the judging panel. It is we who ultimately decide which of this years pip-squeaks will be driven to depression, possible addiction and a life time of reality TV after winning this competition. I know that unemployment is at a seventeen year high, and prospects of improvement in the next few years are not great, but I ask you, next year and from now on can we not consider our thirst for talentless idiots quenched by the judging panel?
Lets just give it a rest, and give expanding our minds and our understanding of the world a try? Either that or lets have a nice cup of tea and a ginger nut.
For those who lack exceptional abilities, another worrying avenue has opened up. If you are willing to make your entire existence on this planet available for sale you too can make it. The only condition being that you are an individual who is willing to constantly search for new ways in which to make your life more of a freak show. You need nothing more than to lead a life that is so weird and wonderful, so explosive, so unpredictable that it becomes marketable to the masses. Gone are the days when those who achieved celebrity were mysterious, artistic geniuses whose work enriched and amazed and whose way of life inspired us. Now, a red setter with musical farts, a mother addicted to prescription flea treatment and a glass eye could be a star if it was enough of a slut.
Furthermore, people are now too shallow. If you are to be a celebrity then you have to have physical appeal, and sadly the people of Britain are quite ugly. The amusing thing is that we are only ugly by our own standards. If we only decided that we would accept a few missing teeth as part of a winning smile, or that a moustache actually made a women look very distinguished we all might have more of a chance, and so might X Factor entrants. Although,on reflection, superficiality may be a good thing if it serves to minimise the number of hopeless hopefuls who are inevitably exploited.
Finally it must be born in mind that we the public, comprise both the entrants,and the most powerful fifth member of the judging panel. It is we who ultimately decide which of this years pip-squeaks will be driven to depression, possible addiction and a life time of reality TV after winning this competition. I know that unemployment is at a seventeen year high, and prospects of improvement in the next few years are not great, but I ask you, next year and from now on can we not consider our thirst for talentless idiots quenched by the judging panel?
Lets just give it a rest, and give expanding our minds and our understanding of the world a try? Either that or lets have a nice cup of tea and a ginger nut.
