Of course, we all take jibes at the rich and famous when they make blunders or comment on issues we feel they aren't qualified to speak of, because it's fun. Quite simply, the vast majority of us are not rich and famous and therefore possess ever-so-slightly more than a hint of jealousy, or rather, a smidgen of sadism. And that's perfectly fine. It's empowering for us, as everyday go-doers, to see these deified beings knocked off their pedestals. However, it is quite a different ball game when an individual ridicules another, celebrity or not, for speaking out (or in this case writing-out) about serious issues concerned with health, beit physical or mental, and well-being.
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To briefly expand on the examples given by O'Neill. Stephen Fry's account of his experience with bi-polar disorder (BPD) is actually less to do with his personal struggles with the illness but rather an exploration of the different kinds of treatment. While his own writings have discussed his own experience with the illness, his better known documentary mini-series, "The Secret Life Of The Manic Depressive" is a far more general examination of BPD with anecdotal elements included. To be honest, it's very candid at times and gives a profound insights into both a condition of which we still know quite little about and accounts of people who suffer from it in it's varying degrees. Typically, before then, when many of us read that someone was diagnosed with BPD we assumed they were just crazy celebs in need of a good cuddle. Thankfully, Fry was one of the first to speak openly and unashamedly about the illness. He restored much of the attention and importance that it commands during a time when it seemed that BPD was being used as a cop-out for the bad behaviour of the glitterati. Personally, I found it to be enlightening in that it allowed me to understand certain feelings and waves of emotions that I felt in strength from time to time. Furthermore, it encouraged me to look a little closer and attempt to learn more about what it was that I was feeling and why I was feeling that way. I'm sure that many others were equally as interested and did the same for themselves. Luckily for me, I do not share this condition but I have a much greater understanding and appreciation for mental illness that I may never have had, had it not been for his documentary. The more important consequence of Fry's expansion on the topic was that it led to the growing deterioration of the stigmas possessed by the public at-large regarding BPD and other mental illnesses. For that, I'll shake his hand and thank him should I bump into him.
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As for Angelina Jolie, to be honest, I don't think very much of her. I have nothing bad to say about her, but I don't particularly like her acting. She is indeed a beautiful woman, but I have never viewed her as the 'goddess' as most of my contemporaries have. In fact, I may be one of the few straight men who find the likes of a younger Jane Seymour to be far more physically appealing. However, I have great respect for Jolie's advocacy of different issues. Being frank, here is a woman who, over the last two decades, has been labelled the sexiest woman in the World. She's a woman who is said to have curves in all the right places etc. and she has just had a double mastectomy to help prevent her from developing breast cancer. As a result of her experience, rather than crawling into a hole and feeling sorry for herself, she felt compelled to write about it. In doing so, at the very least, she will educate people as to simply one of the choices out there to try and avoid an illness which consumes and kills so many women AND men every year. What's so bloody wrong with that?
People like Brendan O'Neill are not too dissimilar to us though. Most of us, whether we admit it or not, foam at the mouth when we learn of mishaps that our beloved heroes and heroines of the screen and airwaves endure. We salivate upon learning about who's fucking who and who fucked who behind someone's back. Often, we cross our fingers and bite our lips with anticipation and high hopes that there emerges that elusive tape of said 'fuckings' taking place. We internally jump with excitement but display apathy when 'so and so' has been outed or they've been caught snorting something off someone's backside. We rejoice somewhat in these things because these are the the necessary pieces of evidence that we need to humanise them and declare "you're no better than me". However, what makes people like O'Neill different to people like us, us being those who aren't hopelessly cynical c**ts, is that we maintain a tiny shred of empathy. Whether the acts of people who speak out about their illnesses or life-experiences are considered "rebellious", or not, is not the issue. Even if done for some token of self gain, their actions should be somewhat commended. What counts is that they have at least made an effort to educate and enlighten others who might otherwise be needlessly ignorant of the options they may have if stricken with the same ailments or problems. Again, what's so bloody wrong with that?
It's quite right to say that we shouldn't solely hold these individuals in high standings as would-be martyrs or major ambassadors for their respected causes. There are a great many more ordinary Joe Soaps, Bloggs, Jane Does and Roes that endlessly struggle to be heard on a day to day basis about issues as serious and, if not, more profound. But, if silence is your panacea, the World would still be flat, a good percentage of us would be burned for being heretics, we'd be bottle feeding our children with asbestos teats and "Another Rock N' Roll Christmas" would still be being played on the fucking radio every bloody year!!!



