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The image of the celebrity is becoming a national obsession, people want top be like them, dress like them, and even smell like them. But is the celebrity role model actually real or is it just how the media portray certain famous people that make them into role models?

I recently typed celebrity role models into Google and the first three results that came up were David Beckham, I stopped and thought about whether this footballer was a good role model or if the media’s infatuation with him has turned him into the “ideal family man”.
David Beckham is one of the most famous celebrities in the world .It is a well known fact that he dotes on his 3 children Brooklyn Romeo and Cruz , he once missed a match with Manchester united to stay home with Brooklyn when he had a fever. It is also a well known fact that David Beckham is one half of the most famous super couples to have ever come out of Britain.


David and Victoria’s average annual income is around the £19,000,000 mark (and that’s just what David makes from his advertising deals and salary from real Madrid!) not to bad for kicking a football around all day! David and Victoria have built up a multimedia business empire around them, they have clothing ranges, perfume ranges, Victoria has music, and yet they manage to look after 3 sons, one of whom has recently been diagnosed with epilepsy, and run various businesses while giving of the perfect image of family life.
Victoria has recently come under scrutiny because of her ever thinning figure and I think that she deserves this criticism , women should be happy with their body’s and not feel pressurised into feeling that they have to be thin to be successful and that they have to have certain clothes and look a certain way to be popular.


This is the main flaw of the media, they give people a certain image to conform to and if people don’t then they make a mockery of them in the papers and in magazines for example, charlotte church gets taunted by the media for being a bit overweight, I don’t think this is fair because that is telling girls they should be ashamed of themselves if they are a bit over weight instead of encouraging them to be happy with themselves with the way they are.

Many people believe that this is where a lot of eating disorders in teenagers stem from wanting to be part of the idyllic celebrity world. Various celebrities have themselves admitted to having their own eating disorders, for example Sharron Osborne has told how she has and still does suffer from bulimia she said: "It's bad, but I'm really trying to get better.” teen star Billie piper has also revealed that she suffered from serious bouts of anorexia but has now recovered.

Another question I found myself asking is should celebrities be aloud to do what they please and get away with it , does it not send children bad messages and teach them bead values in life?

For example Madonna and guy Ritchie recently went to Malawi to adopt 13 month old David Banda , since then there have been reports that the boys father didn’t know Madonna wanted to adopt him that he was told she was going to educate David and take him back when he was older(this has since been proved false after it was revealed he was paid by a newspaper to say that to them) there has also been outrage at the fact that it usually takes 4 years and various safety checks for a couple to be able to adopt and even then it is not for certain they will get the child , but Madonna finds a child she wants and brings it back to England after a number of days let alone years. There was such outrage about this because human rights groups in Malawi thought it was unethical to be able to take a child out of its home land just because she is a famous and rich woman.

Another example of celebrities sidestepping the laws is when Britney spears was caught driving with her son Sean Preston on her lap. Britney claimed she was being chased by paparazzi at the time, the police didn’t follow it up even thought it is a felony in America to do that.
I guess what my point is, is that do we put certain people on a pedestal and build our expectations of them up to the point where we feel like we know the person better than they know themselves? Should we be shocked when they act like normal human beings and slip up sometimes? And is it fair to victimise people for their faults?
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stuttering and stumbling

August 12th 2007 06:16
Imagine for a minute that your life is dedicated to acting; you are well spoken, fluent when reading a script and could talk for hours. Now imagine that was taken away from you within the space of an hour and you now can’t speak without stuttering and stumbling through each sentence. Well that’s what happened to me! Hi I’m jade and my life has been turned upside down!

You know how frustrating it is when you can’t find the right word or phrase when you’re talking to someone? Well I have that feeling all the time now, it’s like the words have just deleted themselves from my brain. For the last 7 years or so I have lived and breathed acting! I’ve been in every school play (even if I did play a camel once!) I have always loved my drama lessons, I have always got on with my drama teachers and I even ran a drama club in my last year at high school.

I recently found myself not being able to read the words of a play we’ve been studying in my drama classes without great difficulty. I got so frustrated and angry with myself that I went to go and see my school nurse, fat lot of good that did! I was now at the point where I wanted to cry ….. Which I did…… several times! When I got home my mum saw how stressed out and upset I was about it and phoned my GP and within about 20 minutes we were on our way to see him.

He did various tests which I found utterly confusing and didn’t understand why he was doing them. He took my pulse… 3 times , took my blood pressure, hit me with a stick , shined lights in my eyes and when the above failed to reveal an easy diagnosis he referred me to may day hospital.

On the way to the hospital, just to add more stress to the situation, my mum noticed that the car had started spurting smoke, she ordered me and my brother onto the pavement while she tried to manoeuvre the car out of the busy street we had broken down in as there was now a long line of angry drivers forming behind us! My mum made a frantic phone call to a breakdown company and they arrived incredibly fast and we were driven to the hospital in the back of a breakdown truck which was brilliant fun for my then 7 yr old little brother (now 8)!

When we got to the hospital we were seen almost straight away because we had been referred by our GP, we were taken into the registration room where they again took my temperature blood pressure and shone more lights in my eyes! After they’d finished torturing me with the blood pressure machine I was promptly put into a cubicle in front of the registration room and ordered to change into the dreaded hospital ‘dresses’. Once I’d changed a nurse came and took hold of my left arm and stuck a needle in me and she STOLE my blood! I was then told I was about to go for an x-ray.

Being wheeled down the corridors of the hospital to the x-ray room was absolutely fantastic! I’d never been in hospital before so all of this was new to me! After my x-ray I was taken back to the cubicle and told to wait for the doctor. After nearly 2 hours of listening to the nurses discussing how much money they could save by sending patients straight to the next door Croydon hospital my doctor Anita came bounding in looking embarrassed as she had thought I was in the next door cubicle so had gone in there only to find an elderly man with a broken foot instead of the 16 year old girl she’d been expecting.

Again I had lights shone in my eyes; I was hit with a stick and asked what gloves were called while having my stomach poked! Obviously confused about what was wrong with me and in need of a helping hand Anita went to find her boss. She returned moments later to say her boss was going to come and see me before they decided if I needed to stay in hospital for the night.

An hour later I heard a deep booming voice coming into my cubicle
“I’ve been hearing all about you Jade”
It was Anita and her boss. In the next 20 minutes I was asked the same questions I had been asked about 3 times by now and had exactly the same tests done as I’d had done by the other 3 doctors I’d seen.
“I don’t have a clue” was his response. I got told I would have to stay overnight and was told that it would be better by the morning…..they hoped!

By now it was around 10pm and my brother hadn’t eaten or been home since he’d finished school and was now wearing my t-shirt after having an accident in the toilet and worst of all his PSP had run out of batteries! So he was understandably tired, hungry and bored. I was moved into a side room to wait to be put onto a ward and the nurse told us she would bring some food and drink down. 20 minutes later the nurse appears with 2 sandwiches in hand which were quickly devoured between the 3 of us followed by 2 cups of thick strong blackcurrant juice.
“You’re going to ashburton 2” I was informed; so off I went being wheeled through the now seemingly empty corridors of may day hospital.

When we arrived at the ashburton 2 ward we were greeted by the night nurse and shown to my bed. After I was settled (it was now about 11pm) my mum left me to take my brother home; obviously as I’d never been in hospital before I didn’t know what to do with myself , I couldn’t sleep , I didn’t have music to listen to and the TV’s had been turned off for the night. After about 5 minutes I decided I needed the toilet so I got up and headed for the door
“Where are you going?” I heard
“To the toilet” I managed and I was left to it. For all they know I could have been about to do a runner…… it did cross my mind……

After I returned from the toilet I was greeted by the dreaded blood pressure machine and was promptly told to hold out my left arm. I swear that machine could be used to terrorise enemies! When the nurse had finished torturing me he disappeared and I tried my best to get some sleep in the hope I’d be back to my normal chatty self in the morning!

Before I’d spent a night in hospital I always thought they were places that you go to relax , rest and get better; I was so naïve, that was the worst nights sleep I’ve ever had! Machines beeping every 5 minutes, nurses coming in and out waking you to make sure you’re still alive, people talking in their sleep! I hadn’t expected it at all! I didn’t sleep for more than 15 minutes at a time. I don’t know how people can stand it!

At 6 ‘o’ clock the next morning the lights were switched on to choruses of “good morning ladies” from the nurses. I wanted to roll over and go to sleep but I was glad I hadn’t when 10 minutes later Anita’s boss, who I’d met the night before, came to check on me. He asked me simple questions to see if it was easier for me to talk and told me that HIS boss was coming to see me.

About an hour later, as I was reading chapter 9 of the only book I had hurriedly found in the car, Anita, her boss and his boss along with some students came crowding round my bed and I was again asked the same questions, had lights shone in my eyes and was poked and prodded by the big boss; he explained to me I needed to go and have a brain scan and that the speech therapist would come and see me at some point during the day. He also told me they were going to move me into my own room!

After the doctors had all left my bedside it was time for breakfast and I had a tray of cornflakes, stale brown bread, butter and jam thrown my way. While I was eating my bread butter and jam I noticed the old lady in the corner, Philomena, was softly asking a nurse to help her with her breakfast and when the ignored her I went over and helped her open and pour her milk and I gave her my carton of milk because her pleas for some extra milk were ignored.

Another few hours past before my mum could come and see me and in that time I had a wash in a makeshift basin they’d given me and I’d changed into a different dress and was told I’d be moved soon. When I heard the familiar jingle of my mum’s handbag coming into the reception area I was so happy! My mum and step dad ,brad, had packed me a bag of the stuff I couldn’t normally live without; my I-pod, my phone, and my little brothers Nintendo DS and PSP with loads of games to play on as well as a change of clothes, a toothbrush and other day to day things. After a while brad disappeared to go and sort out the broken down car and I was taken to have my brain scan.

“Stay still” the woman said to me. I can’t stay still for the life of me normally; because I’m a drama student I’m use to making big gestures and movements so for good measure she wedged things next to my head to keep it still. After the scan I was taken back to the ward and my mum went to the hospital shop and came back with bags full of magazines, ribena, quavers and maltesers. Wahey!

Brad returned just as lunch was being served and thank god he did! He helped me hide it so I didn’t have to eat it! It was fish pie with hard bits of potato on top accompanied by warm strawberry ice cream and bread and butter pudding. He’d obviously been to the shop on his way back to the hospital because he pulled out 2 bags of haribo and crunchie nuggets and a bottle of fanta. I’ve never before eaten junk food for lunch but the state of hospital food forced me to!

In the afternoon my mum and brad went to go and get Billy from school after buying me a card to make the t-v and phone at the side of my bed work. I was happily watching cartoon network when my sister popped her head round the corner and handed me an extra large pepperoni pizza she’d got for me on the way so I thought it would be rude not to have a slice….or two! A few minutes later her boyfriend appeared with another extra large pizza for him and my sister. They stayed for about half an hour teasing me and trying to make me say words which I obviously couldn’t say, like supercalifragilisticexpialido cious, and laughing at the woman in the bed next to me.

Once they’d left I carried on watching cartoons until a doctor I’d met that morning, sally, came in to talk to me. She had a very sombre look on her face and I feared the worse!
“We want to keep you in again tonight Jade if that’s ok” was sally’s opening sentence. Of course its not alright I thought to myself! I almost laughed in her face. I’m not staying another night I thought to myself and besides I’d been told I could go home that afternoon. She explained that the speech therapist wouldn’t be able to see me that day so they wanted to keep me in until the next day so I could see them first thing in the morning.

When it dawned on me she wasn’t joking I started worrying about spending another night in this horrible place. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and when she was taking out the needles the nurses had left in the day before I started crying and telling her I wanted to go home and she promptly tried to distract me by mentioning the pizza box on my bedside table but when that failed to stop me crying she disappeared and she sent another doctor Alison in to speak to me and to try and calm me down. It really didn’t work and she tried the same tactic by mentioning the pizza box.

At that moment my little brother Billy came through the curtains. I was so happy to see him! My brother and I have always got on and whenever one of us is feeling ill the other is always there to make them feel better and I needed a hug! I couldn’t wait to leave the hospital!

When I eventually got home we discovered that I can still sing without stuttering which prompted my sister to start (and to this day she hasn’t stopped) calling me Gareth Gates. On the Tuesday after coming out of hospital (a week or so after it happened) I decided to go into college as I missed everyone and kept getting random text messages asking if I was dead so I thought I’d better go and prove I was alive. The first few questions and queries were difficult but once everyone realised I wasn’t faking it and that I was genuinely having problems speaking everyone was really supportive and helped make it easier for me by trying not to ask to many questions.

A week later I was due to have a German oral exam, which to me was laughable and there was no way I was going to be able to do it so I organised with my German teacher to speak to the exam board and get me out of it which the college and exam board were surprisingly understanding about! Fast forward another week or so and it was my little brother and my birthday!

Trying to enjoy my birthday while I was so frustrated was a real challenge for me because it was starting to get me down because I couldn’t communicate properly but I tried to put it at the back of my mind and enjoyed it as much as I could! At the end of that week I was booked in for an MRI scan! I have never been so scared or so still in my life! All I could do was think about what I would do if there was a power cut when I was lying there pinned down to the table! I’ve never been afraid of enclosed spaces before but I am now!

Another few days past and it was half term! Every half term I help out at Richmond theatre’s holiday workshops and I didn’t see why this one should be any different! Earlier in the week I had a frantic phone call from the organiser of the workshops, Morrigan, checking that I was ok and we’d agreed that if I found it to overwhelming and difficult I could go home.

The first day was the hardest because we had to play all the name games with the kids and I had to introduce my self to Rachid the stage combat instructor and it was generally a struggle but I had known Morrigan and Becky for around a year now so they knew how frustrated I was and tried to help me as much as they could.

By the end of the week I was a lot more confident then I had been when I walked through the door at the beginning of the week because I had to be confident when helping the kids so I tried to put it all at the back of my mind and not let it affect me.

It has now been just over 2 months and I am still having trouble with my speech but I’m doing my best to not let it affect my normal day to day routine. Everyone who knows me has been shocked and astounded at the sheer randomness of what has happened to me but everyone has been really supportive and it’s made it a lot easier for me to deal with.

We have also now moved to Australia which at first was a bit frustrating having to introduce myself to people and having to repeat what I’m saying because they don’t understand me but I’m still hopeful that my stammer will go and that I can get back to doing what I love ACTING!

Having a stammer has made me realise how hard it must be for people who have had to live their whole lives with their speech problems. I had understood before how difficult it is but it has definitely made me more aware of how hard it is for people!
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g'day !

August 12th 2007 05:57
so i recently moved to australia from the hussle and bussle that is london! yeah i miss england but the weathers better here! lol
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