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Today is a day of running some errands, and then doing the behind-the-scenes code-y bits to get a new section of the Gothic Charm School site up tomorrow. (I have the content all written and everything, now is the fiddly part.) Tonight, while the Stroppy One goes off to game night, I am going to lounge around, paint my nails, and read BONESHAKER. There are other things I could do, like write or work on one of a billion sewing projects, but no. I want a lazy evening.
Have all of you seen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cleolinda's post about celebrity, fandom, and boundaries? (clicky-link!) If you haven't, you should. Because the incident that prompted her to make the post is the sort of behavior that makes the rest of us who are fans of any media-related person (musician, actor, writer, whomever) not only ::facepalm::, but makes us loath to TALK ABOUT BEING A FAN. Because we don't want to get labeled as one of the deeply crazy people.
An example: as many of you know, I am a big fan of My Chemical Romance. I have been known, on occasion, to refer to Gerard Way as my Rock Star Crush Object, and have jokingly mentioned that I would like to keep the band as pets, in highly decorative cages. JOKINGLY. They are real people, with real lives, and the times that I have been lucky enough to meet them, I have essentially told them that I admire them and their work, thank you for writing these great songs. I have not flung myself at them babbling incoherently. This past summer at San Diego Comic Com, when I had the good fortune to randomly meet and have a conversation with Gerard Way and give him a copy of my book? The Stroppy One had to almost push me over to talk to him, because I didn't want to be One Of Those Fans. The Stroppy One was also the one who said, "Don't you want a photo with him?". I didn't think of it myself, probably because I didn't want to infringe on Gerard's time or personal space any more than I already had.
(Thank you, oh Stroppy One, for pushing me into that and taking the photo. squeee!)
In short. Go readcleolinda's post. BOUNDARIES, PEOPLE. APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR. KEEP THESE THINGS IN MIND.
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Okay, now I go work on the site.
Have all of you seen
cleolinda's post about celebrity, fandom, and boundaries? (clicky-link!) If you haven't, you should. Because the incident that prompted her to make the post is the sort of behavior that makes the rest of us who are fans of any media-related person (musician, actor, writer, whomever) not only ::facepalm::, but makes us loath to TALK ABOUT BEING A FAN. Because we don't want to get labeled as one of the deeply crazy people.An example: as many of you know, I am a big fan of My Chemical Romance. I have been known, on occasion, to refer to Gerard Way as my Rock Star Crush Object, and have jokingly mentioned that I would like to keep the band as pets, in highly decorative cages. JOKINGLY. They are real people, with real lives, and the times that I have been lucky enough to meet them, I have essentially told them that I admire them and their work, thank you for writing these great songs. I have not flung myself at them babbling incoherently. This past summer at San Diego Comic Com, when I had the good fortune to randomly meet and have a conversation with Gerard Way and give him a copy of my book? The Stroppy One had to almost push me over to talk to him, because I didn't want to be One Of Those Fans. The Stroppy One was also the one who said, "Don't you want a photo with him?". I didn't think of it myself, probably because I didn't want to infringe on Gerard's time or personal space any more than I already had.
(Thank you, oh Stroppy One, for pushing me into that and taking the photo. squeee!)
In short. Go read
cleolinda's post. BOUNDARIES, PEOPLE. APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR. KEEP THESE THINGS IN MIND.---
Okay, now I go work on the site.
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That said, I love Cleolinda.
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what is wrong with people?? I never seem to get an answer to that.
Gerard is adorable, by the way. Very Sweet.
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(The two times I have met Gerard, he was utterly charming.)
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(How are you feeling, oh plague-ridden one? Any better?)
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...where are the parents? That's a teenaged kid, what was it doing running wild?
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...
Let me tell you, if I had said to either of my parents "I have the address of this rock star I adore! Will you drive me there?", there would have been A Talk. And possibly them never letting me out of the house again.
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You'd better believe it. And my teenager has been well instructed on Proper Behavior Around Performers, including what NOT to yell during shows, what NOT to say during signings, etc.
What kills me is that we saw All Time Low three years ago, when they were a nearly unknown opening band on a five band bill, and the kid (then 11) was sufficiently impressed by the music to go buy a CD with her own money between sets, and got it signed, and they were very nice to her, and that was plenty, thank you! It's a shame that other people have no idea how to behave.
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After asking who I was and what I had done to their shy son, my parents would have started with a Thermonuclear Grounding of Doom and gone from there!
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Her reaction and her admonitions to my older sister in later years came back to me while watching a rock concert not long ago. A woman climbed up onto her date's shoulders, stripped to the waist, and waved her top over her head trying to catch the band's attention. It made me shake my head in wonder and embarassment.
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...but then she went to see Rolf Harris a few years ago..and women were doing the same to him-eek!
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cleolinda's progression of fan love (ending with "I want to eat your eyeballs") was excellent.
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You know, I totally didn't ask Helena Bonham Carter for a photo, but a big part of that was because I felt for her with all the forceful paparazzi ~ even those who may not have known who she was... just that she was *someone*. I thought after that kind of besiegement, she deserved a breather.
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I wouldnt EVER do that to him!
Thats stalker behavior!
Creeeeepy!
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I consider it a bit of icing on the cake if performers I admire interact with me any more than, you know, BEING ON STAGE. Andy Deane from Bella Morte is super nice about talking with fans after the shows and giving hugs and taking pictures, and I cherish the picture I have of me with him (and the signed setlist), but this does NOT mean I'm going to stalk him at his house or anything else!
I can fansquee with the best of them, but I try not to behave like a complete idiot.
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I would've called the cops, immediately. And then gotten her name and a restraining order, if at all possible.
The thing that boggles me most? Her f'n mother driving her to do this! What the hell was she thinking?! Did she ever, at some point, even think "hey. This might be over the line."?
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*twitch-twitch*
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*sigh*
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Some people have fallen on their heads too many times. Not only do they completely ruin things for the normal fans, they make the person they are a fan of uncomfortable at best. And they waste a perfectly good chance at an enjoyable experience. Were I to someone I am a fan of, I woupe prefer to exchange a few pleasant words and a smile and perhaps a handshake than to try to have them sign my panties (never mind that the ink would fade away as they are being washed) or something like that. It leaves a longer-lasting and more pleasant memory for both parties involved. Buuuuut... apparently that's too hard to understand for some people out there.
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And so there was about twenty or thirty of us standing on either side, including someone who shouted "He just left the hotel! He posted to Twitter!"
He was the second Famous Person to arrive--I have no idea who the first one was. And Neil took his time going up one side of the carpet and down the other, signing books, getting his picture taken with fans, etc. A few people were obviously nervous, and he took it in stride. Neil seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself! It was so awesome!
He drew a little gravestone with RIP and my name in my copy of The Graveyard Book, in addition to signing it. It was fabulous.
I remember thinking....good lord. How many other authors etc. are so open and pleasant to their fans? I mean, the guy must attract some badly-adjusted people. And yet he goes out of his way to make us happy.
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I WOULD like to think that we could meet for tea at some point. Being that we'll likely see each other at events, maybe we shall become chums. :)
See, even saying that much makes me feel creeper-ish. LOL I just think you're neat. :)
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That type of crazy behavior makes me cringe, just because of how uncomfortable I am for the people involved. I couldn't imagine being that ignorant, or on the receiving end of that level of ignorance.
If I had any celebrities I was so enchanted with, I imagine I would behave much like you did in your example. If only more fans were so polite.
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...at the "Serenity" premiere, I walked by Alyson Hannigan and Alexis Denisof and all I said was "Excuse me" because I needed to get by and I also did not want to be in their way. This took great self-control because what I wanted to say was, "Hello. You are the two most beautiful people on this earth. I would like to just look at you for a while now." (That said, I did ogle them significantly enough that I got kind of a strange look from Aly...)
Fans like these really do ruin it for the rest of us, don't they?
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On a completely unrelated matter, is that Boneshaker by Cherie Priest? 'Cause I've been trying to read that for a while, but can't make it past the second chapter before losing interest. Another sad example of a book recced by Neil Gaiman that I just don't enjoy. :(
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When I finally get to meet you I'm giving you a hug and maybe buy you a cupcake(ok really I just want a good excuse to buy cupcakes). Also I will try not to squee.
You got to meet Gerard Way? What did you talk to him about? Just curious.^_^
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amazing.
Also, I read cleolinda's post and I feel the exact same way as you. I have met few of the bands I like and when I did I wouldn't actually talk to them because 1) I was starstruck and 2) I didn't want to disturb them.
I have met Wil and Angel from Aiden and both were very kind to me.
By the way, I look forward to seeing your outfits every time I am on LJ.
Thanks.
:)