I’ve never understood our culture’s fanatic obsession with celebrity. More specifically, I don’t get the need to over-share every single detail about anyone’s life, whether you are a public figure or a figure in my private life. I know in this day of social networking, privacy goes the way of dinosaurs, but in my humble opinion, I think we could all benefit from a little mystery…revelations in small amounts, please.

For example, I was perfectly happy going about watching the recent Batman franchise with Christian Bale. I generally avoid watching or reading any celebrity interviews because, to me, they are just (lucky) people doing a job that pays well. It’s no more interesting to dig through an actor’s trash than your local high school principal’s. So by merging factoids, whether truthful or fabricated by their PR team, about the celebrities into the art they’re paid to create, it just…well, ruins it for me. I didn’t need to see Christian Bale blow up on the set during a diva moment as captured on You Tube and then splashed across headlines for days later. And I didn’t need to see him not speak eloquently at junkets he’s obliged to do to promote the movies either.

You see? To share too much the “personal” side about anyone without the benefit of actually knowing that person is to be disappointed. It’s unfair for the celebrity to be judged on such little substance, and it’s a bummer for a (superhero) movie enthusiast like myself to “see” the man behind the man on the big screen. Does that make any sense? I’m just saying, too much information is just too much.

Believe it or not, I actually started writing today’s entry about the recent firing of the enfant terrible John Galliano by the House of Dior after a raucous, public anti-Semitic rant in Paris. I assume there were many other reasons that led to this termination, but this now viral incident is not something Dior could quietly sweep under the rug, and perhaps it made the perfect reason to let him go. I suppose if you’re a racist or hater and you get outed for it, you have to live with the consequences. And sometimes a viral outing via Facebook, You Tube or Twitter makes it impossible to find forgiveness in a manageable way when everything is so loud and public these days. I don’t know what will happen to Galliano. I’m just sad that after the loss of the brilliant McQueen last year to suicide another creative genius will fade into black. Is Dior no more? I hope not. Sarah Burton has done tremendously well taking over at McQueen, so I have faith Dior will continue without Galliano. It’s just a real shame. And I wish I hadn’t seen that video of his despicable, drunken rant on You Tube. It’s an ugly episode in his life, and would we ever get/want to see the whole picture?