Is Your Baby Wearing Clint Eastwood?

So this week I wanted to dig a little deeper into fandom and see what oddities I could find floating around in cyberspace. Well let me tell you, I hit the jack-pot.

With one quick link I discovered a Huffington Post article simply labeled, "20 Pieces of the Weirdest Celebrity Fan Art".  Mother load.

This shit was so obscure and bizarre that I had to write an entire blog post about it. Don't believe me? Check out number #6

Hand. Painted. Levine. GLASSES. 

You're welcome. 

This kind of fan art just shows me the kind of crazy weird fans that are out there in the world, and it's hilarious! What drives people to love a celebrity so much that they would mold miniature clay earrings of them? 

       #17: Conan O'Brian Earrings

or put Clint Eastwood's face on their baby?

ok you have to admit. . . this is actually pretty badass.

But the reason I think this post is so funny and probably why all of you do too is that we see the sweeping obsurdity behind making everyday household objects into something which proclaims your love for someone who doesn't even know you exist. It's freaking ridiculous and therefore it's freaking hilarious. Another interesting thing to note is that hipster-kids are probably all OVER this kind of stuff because it is obscure and bizarre and "different". So at this point I don't even know if this stuff is pathetic or if it's genius and these craftsman are swimming in dough. 

You decide. 

Here's the link to the article: 20 Pieces Of The Weirdest Celebrity Fan Art

People always look at me a little oddly when I tell them the types of things that I am a fan of. Typically I use popular television shows I enjoy or movies I've just watched to answer generic questions about things that I like, but if people ask me about some of my hobbies they're usually getting answers they don't expect.

For starters, I like to hula hoop. I actually love to hula hoop. You could say I am a BIG fan of hula hooping. The funny thing is, since most people can only conjure up images like this when I tell them I'm a hula hooper. . .

 they think it's something kind of odd to be a fan of. 

The fact is, hula-hooping is actually REALLY badass, but people have no idea what makes it so cool that someone would actually become a fanatic (like me!). Fast forward 60 years and here's what hula hooping looks like today. . .

Damn girl. 

I find it odd and a little frustrating that people judge the things other people are fans of before trying to understand why others might like something they've never heard of or don't get. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is don't harp it 'till you try it!! You may discover that hula-hooping IS badass or Star Trek IS cool as hell or that movie everyone's been seeing TOTALLY lives up to the hype. What people like should not be the ground you stand on to judge them (unless it's something morally wrong or disturbing, of course).

PEACE!

(me and my little circle)

The world of fandom has never been something I have considered studying in my free time, and never expected to study in an academic setting. Yet, I am intrigued at the topic chosen for this semester's Intermediate Composition class; FANDOM.

The word elicits images of screaming, hysterical fans smashed together by the thousands, hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity.

Something along the lines of this. . .

Or this. . . .

Definitely this.

So I wonder, what drives these girls to act like this? What fantastical realities have they dreamed up in their adolescent minds that make them cry real, hysterical tears at the mere thought of being close to the object of their affection?

Often times these fans are referred to en mass by the celebrities they adore, who use phrases like, "I want to thank ALL of my fans", or "I love you guys." It's as if the fans themselves have no individual personalities and are simply thought of as one large, collective group. So why wouldn't each individual fan realize the immense, ridiculous scale of this unrequited love?