Dearly beloveds, I’ve gathered you here today to share a very important message: Stop expecting celebrity perfection and stop accepting celebrity apologies. Live and let live. It’s that simple.
I love Jonathan Rhys Meyers. From August Rush to The Tudors to Velvet Goldmine, (nearly) everything he’s done has been sheer perfection in my eyes. I try not to take a vested interest in his life, however. Because it’s none of my business. Since it’s nearly impossible to escape celebrity culture, I know of Meyers’ issues with addiction and about his stints in rehab. Obviously, after seeing him seek help, it’s slightly worrisome to see photos of him wandering the streets looking roughed up and toting a vodka bottle. However, it’s no one’s place to hunt him down to badger him with their concern.
There’s something you should probably understand about addiction: Your concern is irrelevant. If anyone’s worries were able to cure addiction, I promise you Meyers would have long stopped drinking when his mum stated her concern or any of his previous girlfriends. But that’s not the way addiction works. You can’t turn off your needs because someone is concerned about you. And, seriously, on the very long list of people who care about a celebrity and about whom a celebrity cares, his fans are quite close to the bottom when it comes to the importance of opinions.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m sure Meyers loves his fans. As a matter of fact, I know it. He said so in a public apology on his girlfriend’s Instagram account.
But your concern isn’t enough to make him stop.
Our expectation of celebrity perfection doesn’t keep actors and musicians on the straight and narrow. If anything, it adds to the noise of a thousand evil voices already in their heads. What media hounding and fan intrusion can do is make things worse. Since your concern can’t stop an addiction, it’s just another voice of disapproval. It’s another person he’s let down. And that will bother him.
Think about it: What do you do after a long week of mess-ups? You go out for bottomless margaritas with the girls.
As long as we keep acting as if our opinions matter, Meyers will continue to feel as though he’s let us down, and he’ll keep apologizing. But he shouldn’t have to apologize to us. Believe it or not, celebrities are humans, and they make mistakes.
If he’s messed things up in his relationships while drinking, he needs to apologize to the people he hurt in his private life. But if I get wasted and puke on my boyfriend’s shirt, I don’t need to apologize to my coworkers or my neighbor. Only my boyfriend. It’s no one else’s business. And it’s none of our business if Meyers hopped back on the party wagon, again.
Stop expecting celebrity perfection. Stop expecting celebrity apologies. And, please, for the love of all that is good and holy, find something else to do with your time besides look at paps’ pics of partying actors. We have a sneaking suspicion that as soon as you do, our celebrities will be able to live more laid-back lives. And, in some instances, they just might come closer to the perfection we demand. But if they don’t… let’s live in ignorance and let them deal with their demons on their own. M’kay?