Here are famous people I admire are, yes, talented – but they are also the ones that I know next to nothing about. All I can really talk about is their work.
There are a million more examples. These people would never wear out their welcome with me. Basically because I don’t know enough about them – and I also don’t really care to know all their little details. I don’t need to.
Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall were married in a swirl of publicity which would probably even seem daunting to such people as Madonna or Demi Moore. It was a white-hot glare – she was the hottest new thing, he was a huge movie star – To Have and Have Not had just come out – and the two of them lived in the glow of that spotlight.
Bacall was only 20 years old. She kind of got off on it a little bit, reveling in her new-found celebrity, as the following photo will attest:
Bogart was less enthralled. Bogart said to one pushy photographer who kept asking for an invite to the wedding: “Why don’t you just take some pictures of us fucking? That’s what you want, right?”
Later – when the heat died down – Bogart apparently said to Lauren Bacall (she told us this story when she came and did a seminar at my school):
“Listen, baby – these tabloid newspapers – these photographers – the press – these people do not care about us. They could care less what actually happens to us. So you and I have to take very good care of our life. On our own. We can’t expect them to do it for us. We know our values – and we know who we are.”
They didn’t believe their own press. They cultivated their private life. They had outside interests. They went sailing. They stayed at home. They read out loud to each other. They were celebrities, but they weren’t a “celebrity couple”.
Oh yes. This is SUCH an important topic. SO IMPORTANT THAT I HAVE TO DO TWO POSTS ABOUT IT.