We have become experts in creating public profiles. Addicted to social media, we are so enamored with the idea of celebrity that we’ve become our own P.R. team.
I am guilty of the same editing on Facebook as everyone else. We post all the compelling, attractive parts of our lives unabashedly, distracting ourselves and everyone who knows us from the tough, unpleasant, sometimes painful aspects of the average existence. True, it doesn’t help to dwell on the negative and “Accentuate the positive” is a healthy motto to live by. But it also seems to be about image—a bit of an ego trip.
Silky was the master of public persona, the ultimate celebrity. On the outside, she was all shimmering glamour: chic, successful and intriguing. The public devoured her travels, her parties and romances, what she wore–she seemed to have it all. So, this carefully manipulated image is not something new. But for me the gap between real life and the facade I’ve created can sometimes feel vast, and honestly, somewhat sad. True, I don’t feel the need to air my soiled dramas, but the cavernous space between what’s happening in my heart and what appears on my Facebook page can challenge my balance.
Silky certainly had her share of sorrow, no matter how it looked to the media machine. This week’s picture is one of many shot on the set of Across The Wide Missouri with Clark Gable. Other photos from this same rugged location show the two of them entwined, happily posing for the audience. But this more candid shot captures some of the tension of their relationship and foreshadows the demise of their short marriage in a way staged publicity shots cannot.
Does having people watch us make us feel validated? Are we all still searching for approval outside ourselves? If we look good, will that make us FEEL good? Sometimes I think we just like to watch each other to see how someone else is going about life. Other times, we follow people’s lives because it’s entertaining. Often I’m simply bored with my own daily living and it provides a vicarious thrill.
Lots to think about. I think it may be time to crack a bottle of champers and toast the intricacies of the soul and this mortal coil…