Role Models

I just liked the photograph.  Turns out to be Grace Kelly.  I didn't know by looking.  No photographer credits, but it is gorgeous, surely Kodachrome, and almost three dimensional.  This is what we want the snapshots of our lives to look like, but this is no snapshot.  I read a criticism of Hollywood on the CNN website today for making jobs look better than they are.  Everyone is pretty, even those playing the homely folks.  People are not dressed conservatively enough.  They have too much time for lunches and life beyond the workplace.  Their lives are far too interesting.

Duh.

But the writer said it was dangerous for young people.  Said they make career choices based on what they see on T.V. and in movies.  Police investigators are not wearing Gucci, etc.

Holy Moly!  Who knew?  Children have nobody at home to teach them anything, and when they go to college, their profs are reinforcing the stereotypes they see on the screen.  Somebody needs to make a really boring show about life with plain people in ordinary clothing where they do nothing but work at computers and make inane comments to one another that mimic what they heard on television the night before.

Somebody should have told Shakespeare.

I find great benefit, though, in channeling Falstaff sometimes.  Just the other day at the factory, I was Swearinger from "Deadwood."  I may be Spartacus today.

Oh, it doesn't always work out, of course.  But what does?  One of my colleagues told me the other day that I was trying to be God.  I thought of Woody Allen and said, "Well, you have to have role models."

Of course there's always "Jersey Shore."