Are you sure that you want to break up with FKA twigs? Other than getting mad about how often you hit on me (and everyone else who is the object of your fickle attentions), she seems to like me, which I'd like to think is a sign of intelligence.
Is there no hope for the fans who plaster your social media with declarations of their infatuation? You refuse to protect them from the jeers of the world by deflecting their insistent demands?
They pay to see you in the movies and in magazines; you take the money. The brands that you endorse profit from your endorsements, and you profit from their profits. The fans make you look good when they write you messages telling you how godlike they think you are, and you don't care how bad their behavior makes them look?
Do you despise them, also? Do you ridicule them to your friends, or enjoy it when your friends ridicule them to you?
Do you know how much movie tickets are? For how many years of your life, if ever, did you work for minimum wage or have the main responsibility for paying your own way while you pursued an acting or music career?
Was there ever a time in your life that you felt that nobody loved you, nobody at all? Do you know how many people feel that way all the time? The world is full of lonely, unloved people.
Was there ever a time in your life when you were worried that you might never have a girlfriend, or even a date? Do you know how many people feel that way all the time, men and women who feel that they'll never date or will never date again?
You should try not to prey on people's naïveté or sadness.
Copyright L. Kochman, March 11, 2016 @ 10:50 p.m.
