The Glamosphere (Reimagined)
A News Response Poem
How to live in this shimmer of a world, This 0.001 % snow globe Where yachts come standard And islands are available - just not to everyone. Everything is “curated,” Tasteful, of course. Authentically on-brand. It’s a full-time job, this glow-up. Evading flashbulbs while posing just enough. A dance with the press, Equal parts chase and invitation. Personal security: the newest accessory. Bodyguards and Birkins, Tuxedos with tinted windows. Just the usual prep for a gala Or a grocery run via helicopter. Being known is currency. Being photographed is legacy. The business plan? Be a person worth Googling. And then monetize that search. Every outfit a campaign. Every post a portfolio. Titans and wanna-be’s Influencers with LLCs and legal teams, Pitching their own mythology. Self-made, self-lit, Selling dreams on streaming platforms. All of it — a lifestyle You, too, can subscribe to. But beneath the filters And the follower counts, The glow is exhausting. The altitude is thin. And you have to wonder— When will it come crashing down To earth, Where the real people live? And when the stars do fall, Because gravity always wins, Will we still click On their headlines? Or will we just chase Some new reflected light, Hoping some of that shimmer Sticks to us, Distracting us so completely From our own realities That we forget to live them?
Isn’t life interesting when we might think that all of the glamour and glitz is someone else’s whole life. That all of it is a 24 hour a day life. Then we read where one of their children may have problems, divorce may happen, illness strikes! Oh, they may be more like us than different! They might envy our every day life if they knew us. It is pretty good! 😊
Long before the internet there were (and still are) gossip/glamour magazines at the checkout--I anticipate we will always chase a "new, reflected light."