Why can't some people understand: you don't own actors, musicians, politicians, newscasters, artists, professional athletes, etc. any more than you own someone else who performs a service for you such as an automechanic or plumber? Though I do not consider myself a literal "fanatic" I do consider myself a fan in the sense that I appreciate the work of many different kinds of artists. I tell them this when I buy a movie ticket, DVD, concert ticket, CD, painting/photo, etc. When I see them out in the world I remember that I am one of the many thousands of people that they will encounter that day and should they give each person such as myself 30 seconds to listen to "I love your work." (which they have heard over a million times by the way) then they will never have the time necessary to create that which I appreciate them for anyway. Remember 30 seconds times 120 people is a whole hour and they literally come into contact with thousands of people in a day of living their lives. Then when you factor in the safety issues. I mean you know that you mean to show appreciation however, they do not know your agenda. Remember John Lennon stopped to sign something for Chapman. Rebecca Scheaffer merely answered her door. Theresa Saldana was walking to her car. The world is mostly a safe place until it isn't. How can fans be so self obsessed to not understand that being a fan entitles you to a good performance not a person's soul?
Quote:Originally Posted by Mimixxx;2945036 I'm not sure how "glaring at a camera" makes him a jerk. He didn't actually do or say anything. Is just an excuse to bash him I think But here you go anyway:
Chris Martin from Coldplay is a wuss.
I found it kind of odd that no one at Disneyland was approaching him for autographs or even trying to take his photo, at least that we could see. That could have been because some were trying to respect his privacy, but itís more likely because of the angry vibe he was putting off, and, again, that perpetual scowl he was wearing on his face for the 10 minutes I got to see him.
respect of privacy *is* actually a virtue many of us have yet to learn.
not saying you were rude, but if someone was taking a pic of me, and my kid was there with me, i'd be a little sensitive over it. not rocket science, really.
i see this argument all over the place....this and that celebrity owes (insert what they "owe") to me and the public because we buy their product..."
and i concur with those who commented on someone calling their own kids "satan's spawn". okay..........let's just see how many nasty barbs can we stretch across the thread now? maybe chris scowled at the guy because he had funny horns and a pointy tail stickin' out of his arse.
There are many reasons this guy is a do.uche for calling Chris a wuss:
1- Chris was just trying to enjoy a paparazzo-less trip to Disneyland with his kids. What the hell is wrong with that?
2- He calls his wife "The Wife". WTF?
3- He just scowled! It's not like he stabbed him or anything!
4- It sounds like he wanted to sell the pic. That's just low.
Those are just a few of the reasons.
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What an a*s, seriously. I get so annoyed when people say things like this, for Gods sake, this guy would have probably ruined someones camera if it happend to him.
And insteads of snapping pictures of him, you could just walk over and ask as well, idiot. Even though that also would be kinda rude because he's with his family, but even worse if you just take a picture without asking.
This person is a greedy self-serving papparazzi who loves to milk celebrities for cash. HE'S the selfish one, not Chris. I'm sure if it were him in the spotlight, he'd be running for his life from all the camera flashes.
And it's even worse to call your own child a Satan-spawn. What the heck is wrong with him?
"Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'
Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'
'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.
Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!"