In our hyper-connected culture, we have easy access to the rich and famous, access that could be mistaken for intimacy. We are in-tune to the details of their lives: their wardrobe choices, their song lyrics and sound bites, their loves and their loves lost, and eventually their demises. As we watch from the screens of our televisions, computers, and phones, we've developed a language for talking about them, ascribing motives, and attaching meaning to what they do, as if we know them.
Now, culture is meant to be engaged, and should be done with discernment, wisdom, and even at times, humor. But problems arise when we begin to view celebrities as symbols, as vehicles for our commentary, instead of the complex, priceless, fallen human beings that they are (and we all are).
Over the past year or so, we've seen Beyonce dance seductively, and Miley Cyrus and Duck Dynasty shock audiences worldwide, granted, for two very different reasons. We've watched Amanda Bynes unravel ...1