Hollywood demands it's pound of flesh?

Celebrity worship has reached an alarming apex in our society. Worshiping these golden calves at the alter of fame has woven it's way into the essence of sickness in our culture. The most mundane minutia of their truly boring and insipid lives is no longer taboo, or a sensational selling point for rag sheets. It's now thrust down our throats daily, from main stream media outlets.
Most people know more about Britney's slow spiral into redneck madness then they do about their own kids. If a celebrity dies and no one is there to capture a morbid image on their cellphone is it no longer culturally relevant? Their spoiled boring lives are front page news worthy, while there's a war going on, a presidential campaign, an ethnic genocide in Darfur, but none of them have been photographed getting out of a limo pantiles, so really who cares?
Are we really such a collection of mindless vapid zombies? Our sponge -like brains only capable of soaking up whatever "they" tell us to believe in? I've always naively had more faith in mankind. I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that people would truly disconnect from what's important. Or be so lazy and ignorant as to let other people think for them. Although I've always secretly thought that if the paparazzi suddenly started stalking say Stephen Hawkins, quantum physics would suddenly become "sexy".
Which is why I think the new show Pop Fiction is more than mildly intriguing. This new cougar lovin' Ashton Kutcher vehicle's concept is to "punk" the paparazzi and media by having celebrities filmed and reported about while pulling a prank. So far the only prank that's been revealed is the Paris Hilton guru. Which I vaguely recollect being glossed over by the newspapers last week.Turns out he's not actually a spiritual adviser, but a bit actor. If the prank wasn't revealed so soon, and had received more substantial coverage, how many people do you think would have tripped over themselves to find a pet shaman on their very own? If this show goes far enough maybe more idiotic antics will be revealed as pranks too. The fabric of society will start to unravel. I think that Ashton and crew are really pranking all of us, the media is the just the means to the end.People will have to re-adopt the old adage "don't believe everything you read." Maybe collectively we'll make a conscious decision to take Hollywood with the tiny grain of salt it deserves and get back down to the basics of real reality. Is Hollywood self aware enough to realize their own unimportance at anything more than entertainment, and not as demigods?
Or maybe this is just Mr. Kutcher's over the top way of apologizing for giving all those A-listers Hep-c at his birthday party. It seems more effective then an e-card.
I think if nothing else maybe it'll make at least one person question something, anything about the ridiculousness of our national obsession.
Or maybe not, my faith in most things has been waning more and more everyday.
Guiding my life by my own set of principles is seeming less and less important.
I've always preferred to celebrate my own and others individuality and creativity any day than languish in the prison of conformity.
But maybe I'm wrong.
I should never have taken the blue pill.