Grounded In Reality

Sweet Moses! You cannot imagine the joy I felt today when I was catching up on Perez Hilton and came across a post about Ab-fabulous himself, Mr. Ryan Reynolds…and the Huffington Post.  Of course, of course – I will repeat that. Ryan Reynolds, an actor best known as Van Wilder and formerly engaged to the rock-your-face-off Alanis Morrisette, BLOGGED for the HUFFINGTON POST. Check it out here.

I braced myself to bare utter embarrassment for the public ridicule Mr. Reynolds would surely face…until I kept reading. Not only can one of my favorite Canadians throw down some serious and tight sarcasm – the dude can write!  Assuming he didn’t have some chimp scribe for him, the post shows he harbors a serious level of personal concern for society’s focus.

In fact, Mr. Reynolds downright rocked my world with his blog.  Here’s why: Not only can he spell and put together coherent sentences (let’s face it, half of Hollywood is lacking a GED, so my expectations can’t really be that absurd), but Reynolds is getting gritty and having fun doing it.

This makes me wonder – could this lead to a new phase of celebrity sponsorship – having a notable celebrity spokesperson quite literally blog on a formidable forum like the Huffington Post whilst extolling the virtues of your clients’ product, service or social movement or representing it in personality?  All grit and humor aside, transparency in the case of a celebrity spokesperson blogger would be absolutely paramount.  Not that Mr. Abs, I mean, Reynolds, was pushing a product, per se, but he does successfully divert readers’ attention to something more substantial and impactful than competitive eating.

So as you’re watching the news this summer, and come across fluff pieces about competitive eating contests at your small-town fair, heed the words of Mr. Reynolds: Remember the starving children in Darfur.  (perhaps a new twist on the popular jab of guilt uttered by mothers nationwide)

In closing, I humbly ask you to count your blessings as you enjoy a full dinner this evening.   And if you’re charged with pitching a competitive eating contest this summer, please, please, for the love of everything holy – just don’t.

Hot dog, anyone?