Hello there, my small bunch of insanely amazing readers. There may not be many of you, but I still maintain that you’re totally awesome, and most importantly, not imaginary. Very important, that. I suppose it would be just slightly pathetic, if I blogged to an imaginary audience. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thankyou for reading. Now send all your friends here and eat up my bandwidth. And so the evil plan unfolds…

Okay, jokes aside, let’s get to it. Fame. And I don’t mean the musical, which, in shocking fashion, I have not actually seen. I know, I’m terrible! No, I mean the whole concept of Fame itself. And while I could launch into a long and opinionated piece on this subject alone, I think it would be more beneficial to my keyboard, my sanity, and my currently unfinished (more like unstarted!) homework, to narrow it down into a smaller category.

Thus, the reasoning behind my blog title… does not yet become clear. To cut down on useless introductory spiel, which I think I’ve already exhausted the limit of anyway, today, my pet peeve, and blog topic is Fame Fangirls. Which is my crappy little late night title conceived for those girls (and boys – don’t want to be sexist, hey?) who are, quite simply, fans of fame and all things famous. You may have come across several of these intolerable humans before. They are the ones that obsess only over the latest and most socially acceptible fads. The ones who create trashy twitter accounts which abuse the @reply in order to worship and send self-whoring pleas to those who, unlike their fans, are actually famous. These fangirls (and boys, but we’re just going to let the term fangirls stand for all from now on) rarely appreciate their so-called ‘idols’ for their (often questionable) talent. In the majority of cases, they idolize these people (or things) for two reasons: one, that they are famous, and two, that they are popular.

Fame and popularity. They are very different things, and generally, to win over this shallow, fickle breed of fangirl, one must have both. Fame, being at least national recognition, and popularity, being deemed socially acceptible by the alpha socialites of the pack. Yes, I did just write ‘pack’, because to be honest, these fangirls act like animals.

Take the many Justin Bieber fangirls, many of whom give themselves corny titles such as ‘Belieber’. I attend an all-girls high school in Sydney, and as a result, I encounter many Beliebers daily. I have met people who have organized rosters with their friends to wake up in the middle of the night and check Bieber’s twitter. I know people who sneaked out into the inner-city of Sydney at 1am, in the hope that Justin Bieber would indeed perform at 7am. I have personally witnessed a group of at least eight girls all have a complete meltdown about the ridiculously short 16-year-old who sings like an pre-pubescent girl.

Personally, it disgusts me, because I know that most of them only obsess over him because he’s ‘in’. I guarantee you, that if suddenly celebrities and talk show hosts, internet forums and radios started shunning Justin Bieber, so would these girls. It’s all fake, and I hate that they are so insincere.

This isn’t to say that Justin Bieber is bad, or has no genuine fans, however. Personally, I’m not a fan, but I do like some of his songs, and I have no problem with him as a person. It’s his fans I hate.

In further proof of how fake some of their obsessions are, take a look at another topic these girls typically love. Twilight. Now, unlike Justin Bieber, Twilight is something I absolutely detest, with good reason. Any one of my friends could tell you of a time I’ve talked for more than ten minutes in pure rant about this supposed ‘literary sensation’, and all the media and publicity that goes with it. But I’ll save that for another day, when I can write a wonderful fleshed-out Meyer-destroying blog about that piece of garbage. Apologies if you’re a fan.

Now, that’s my opinion, and I’m not saying that Twilight can’t have true fans, but these girls obsess only because it’s the ‘in’ thing to do. I read Twilight shortly after it’s publishing, long before it became popular, as did several of my friends, and some other people with entirely different interests to me. Some people liked it, others thought it was terrible, but no-one I know of, on their first read before the media hype, thought it was bestseller material. In fact, one of the more popular, snooty girls at my school read a little bit when I was reading it, and dismissed it as utter rubbish.

She’s now the self-proclaimed ‘Number One Twilight Fan’.

Here’s my point exactly. These people only jump on the bandwagon when things become popular, and as soon as the fad is over, their so-called ‘obsession’ disappears without a trace.

It’s the same with music, with artists and with movies. I was an Owl City fan well before any of their songs received any recognition. I played Fireflies for someone once, and they told me it was a stupid song. A few months later, it was #1 on the Australian charts, and everyone was singing it.

In essence, if it’s popular, there will be these same fake, fame-loving fangirls. And as soon as the media and other famous people deem it no longer cool, the obsessors will move on, and what was once a self-proclaimed ‘forever dedicated’ fandom, simply dissolves back into a group of girls (or boys) who can’t do anything but go with the flow. It annoys me to no end.

Oh, and did I mention the crap real fangirls cop for professing an obsession for something they actually like? I’ve experienced plenty, and I daresay that some of you have as well. Anyhow, food for thought. Let me know what you think in the comments – and if you read this far, you can sure as hell spare a few seconds to leave a comment. Leave a comment that shows you actually made an effort, and your kudos shall rise to a legendary level.

Oh yeah, and I’m back from Queensland. I probably should have told you this at the start – it’s a little redundant way down here.

That’s it for tonight. A 1000+ word rant. Does this make up for my two-week absence?

Zaphiie, out. (I couldn’t resist)