Elites vs. The World

The Stardoll "elites" have been the site's most controversial figures for over three years. Their creative projects, famewhoring ways, their links with other prominent figures of Dollywood have propelled them to virtual superstardom within a matter of months, and, still, years after their heyday, they manage to capture our attention with their laughable antics.

The attention they receive from their fellow Stardollians certainly gives them a sense of superiority, the conviction that they have the right to scorn the "commoners", something that is bound to cause a mixed reaction from them. Of course, there are the loyal admirers, those hopeless romantics who hope for some sort of sign. But, my friend, in this pixelated world of ours, there is not much room for genuine admiration and selfless cordiality. Because amongst us, in the depths of Stardoll obscurity, exist the vilest of creatures. 

Jealousy is a bad thing. Especially on Stardoll, where one can become whoever they desire just by saying so, without having anyone question the validity of such grandiose statements. Naturally, people will be jealous of the blonde, alleged heiress living in Miami who also happens to follow the same lifestyle in her virtual life. Hatred is easily propagated on the Internet, let alone on a website that essentially proves that the seemingly richest, most attractive person will preponderate. 

The Stardoll Burnbooks, a laughable parody of the iconic homonymous pink book from Mean Girls, have proved to be not only unoriginal, but also plain dumb, forgettable and unfortunate pages of the Stardoll History book. Usually, people who aim to put "elites" back into their place, end up respected "elites" themselves, best friends of the people they so desperately tried to distance themselves from (Ahem.), while others are driven by the immense desire to become, themselves, the people they so strongly criticize. Even some of the "well-written, well-thought, well-executed" blogs against the high and mighty "elites" are filled with wry and bilious comments that reinforce the perception that their owners are, quite simply, jealous.

While I, myself, have no respect or admiration whatsoever for the "elite" of the Stardoll world, I would never waste my precious time into something that so blatantly displays my hypocrisy. 

Let's all concede that we'd love to become those we love to hate.

A Guide On How To Climb The Stardoll Social Ladder. For beginners.

Let's pretend for a moment that Stardoll is a big deal, shall we?

I, myself, find Stardoll a rather enjoyable past-time, nothing more. I understand, however, that it is deemed very important by a large amount of its loyal users.

Even ever since its first years, Stardoll has been more that just an enjoyable past-time. It has become a way of life, a miniature of the real world. And in this petite society of ours a leader is desperately needed. It is true. We all need someone to look up to. To envy. Hell, we even need someone to hate, to taunt, to stultify. And, most importantly, we need to become that person. To be looked up to, be envied by all. A little bit of taunting will not hurt us the slightest bit.

How to achieve that, though? Well, it ain't that hard. Actual talent, you see, isn't in the list of qualifications required. Not anymore.

I was reading a rather interesting post on my favorite Stardoll gossip blog, Perez Hilton of Stardoll, written by the talented ebonymeme, about famewhoring on Stardoll. Big news, one might think. Sure, it's nothing new, but it's the truth.

Famewhores are the new "Elites", but only because there are no "real" ones. While it's true that famewhoring it up is completely and utterly embarrassing, who gives a shit? It's a website and you are, essentially, a bunch of pixels. Nobody knows you.

Besides, it's easier this way. Since no actual talent is required -and famewhoring is not a talent, just in case you were wondering- you can do whatever the hell you desire. Write vulgar messages on people's guestbooks, for example. It's actually fun, if you don't care about the backlash.

But you know what's cooler than trolling? A billion dollars. A good, old-fashioned scandal. If your name is only slightly recognizable, here in Dollywood, a scandal -fake or real, it doesn't matter- will probably catapult you to instant fame. Or, more likely, will offer you your precious fifteen minutes.

Use them wisely.

Why Does Everyone Think That Blogging Makes You A Writer?

It has come to my attention that my rants have become increasingly scarce. And we can't let that happen, can we?

About a month ago, I was roaming through the comment section of PSG and came across a rather suspicious Anonymous. Apparently, Anonymous Ignavus* and Anonymous Canicula** aren't the only species of the Anonymous clan.

Meet Anonymous Conciliator***. This particular Anonymous is quite audacious. Its main purpose is to prey on popular blogs and attack by means of non-stop self-promotion. And what is it that they promote? Their excellent, marvelous, absolutely fabulous blogs, that is!

Obviously, this relentless self-promotion is bound to raise suspicion, so the Anonymous Conciliator will have to engage in conversation with... themselves(!) discussing the awesomeness of the blog promoted.

Honey, sorry, but your terrible use of grammar and the hideous spelling suggest two things.

1. You are a fan of the blog. (Since the only language not spoken written there is proper English.)
2. You are the owner of the blog. (Since the only language not spoken written there is proper English.)

Seriously, English is not my mother language either, but at least I try to make my posts comprehensible.

After a post on MDM about the "anonymity" of such comments, the owner of this excellent, marvelous, absolutely fabulous blog threw a fit about how she did not anonymously promote her blog, blah, blah, blah and had her swarm of admirers (Damn, that blog has 1000+ followers!) tell her how amazing she is. In a more grammatically incorrect way, of course.

Now, this post's purpose is not to bash this girl as I don't know her and do not have any personal issues with her. Contrariwise, after this dramatically long introduction, I wanted to conclude that having a blog does not render you a writer.

A poorly written account of an odd occurrence in Dollywood does not render you a writer. Just because you decide to publish your virtual memoirs on the web does not render you a writer.

And, for fuck's sake, if you do decide to do all of the above without giving a shit if you suck or not, (Props to you!) don't whine when someone doubts your "awesomeness".

Because, really, you are not that great. 

*coward
**bitch
***promoter

Who's The Biggest (Stardoll) Whore Of All?

Ever since I first discovered Stardoll and became yet another obsessed teenager with no real life whatsoever, I never, not once, ran for Covergirl. Sure, I would most certainly pee in my pants and throw a party where everyone would get high and wasted, if I were to win, but, quite frankly, I couldn't care less about such an "honor".

I mean, if you ever think about it, the ones on top of the Stardoll social hierarchy, the "Elites", Stardoll socialites, desperate fame whores etc. have probably spent hundreds of real dollars to achieve their current status. Because, what is an elite without the glamorous suite or stylish collection of rare clothes to go with their fancy title?

However, a new breed of "hey-big-spenders" has emerged from the depths of Stardoll obscurity, seeking for, what else, fame, fashion and friends. This new breed lives, apparently, in their own world, where money grows on trees and real life is... Wait, what is it? All of that rambling actually has a point, and that is, why the hell would someone send 1000 broadcasts on the same day and then actually boast about it, like the sun is shining out of their fucking ass? And, okay, the boasters are probably winners - oh, bravo you - but what about those sad, poor, little people who sent all these broadcasts and end up with a big, fat pile of nothing and a sprinkle of nil on top?

And all that, for what? To become -only if successful - the person of the day on a website where whoring it out is considered a career? Thanks, but I think I'll pass.