While reading a particularly sycophantic interview with Missy Higgins in the paper* the other day, I was struck by this sentence.
Missy is passionate about climate change.
Of course you are, poppet, of course you are. Just like every other fucker who wants to boost their public profile.
Long ago, the entertainment industry’s spin-doctors realised said industry was populated by people who were vain, stupid and not particularly nice. They also realised the punters wanted a form of emotional connection with said artists before they forked over their readies and people who were seen as vain, stupid and not particularly nice were likely to attract few**.
They understood, however, that artists who were vain, stupid and not particularly nice would be reluctant to put their hand up for any cause that would require - you know - any actual sacrifice or effort.
Thus was born the passionless passionate.
It’s so easy. Just attach yourself to a cause which isn’t going to affect you personally (anti-uranium mining, ending poverty, climate change), mouth a few clichés that don’t really mean anything (in this case bang on and on about your latest DVD/concert/tour being “carbon neutral”) and bingo-bango you’re seen as “socially aware”.
It's almost as sick-making as people who discover "spirituality" (and yes, Ben Lee, I'm looking at you).
Missy also says she’s a supporter of PETA.
I rest my case.
* I was bored, OK.
** Except here, of course.