Sunday, February 10, 2008.

is officially screwed up.

i mean, look. While we happily receive our hongbaos, the media screws britney up till such an extent that she can't even feed herself (not literally duh).

but whose fault is it?

ours?

we, the customers, we provide the demand. we want news like britney turning insane. we delight at seeing people high up there suffer. we are sadistic animals.

we want to see scandalous photos of edison and co. (not that i bother.) we want to see them cry in front of national tv (not as if we didn't get a chance 42.5 years back in august). we use them as our punching bag (emotionally).

well, they are paid to do this, right? we claim.

but they aren't.

we have no right to look at princess diana's last moments. we have no right to harass britney, even when she's half dead. we have no right to post bedroom stuff all over the internet.

there IS a limit to how evil we can be.

they are humans too. they deserve their rights. they deserve, as citizens of their own country, rights bestowed unto them by the constitution. they deserve their privacy.

so we tell the paparazzi to shut up and stop being super-bitchy. but the paparazzi listens to us. money drives the paparazzi to do these stuff. money drives the paparazzi, like how money drives the world. they do it to earn customers - the more scandalous the pictures, the more $$$ they get.

so they do EVERYTHING possible to get the most sensational headlines.

in short, the power is in our hands. we can do something about the poor victims of media commercialisation. but we don't want to. that's why its called:

the media.

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