Celebrity, the representation and popularizing of a face, determine our aesthetics—models that our minds, in one sense, refer to when judging a person’s beauty. We can say that the drastic changes in whom and what we find attractive are inspired by the popular surveillance of a specific body.  Upon seeing a face manifest through a television source, a face that overcomes exclusive requirements to be there, a viewer can sufficiently convert their jealousy into praise. Without a doubt, we viewers further a history of valorizing particular persons for their “transcendence” of being average, and in effect view the box-glaring body with lust. I would have no problem with this fanaticism if the value of the person were substantial, yet the appeal of celebrities often comes from the pity we feel for ourselves; for not making it past the bouncer of popular media.


Don’t confuse my words as an argument that all of our molds for “sexy” or “fine” come from publications; for sure, I recognize the impact of fetishes and family dynamics. The problem is not individual aesthetics but the expression and relations of a popular aesthetic, which can dominate our desires.  Face and body of a celebrity surely permeates the aesthetic line—that divides our notions of “sexy” of not—only because we torture ourselves by ascribing value to networks that play lottery with our physiques.   An ability to disperse photography through one synchronized channel, on top of the economic precondition to broadcast, the transition from an individual envy   to a collective attraction occurs more rapidly than one would think. Therefore anyone tracing the revolutions of their aesthetic need only to watch TV, read a novel, or go to a concert. There’s no way possible that a unibrow would ever be sexy if it weren’t for the face of Al B Sure.

You just tuned into a second installment of a blog series dedicated to Critical Thinking from a world that US propaganda heavily alienates. At the end of such posts I will leave a picture of the critical thinker of the week for me. Fight for the land. Free Earl!

This is not Earl by the way.