So I've come to the conclusion that, under the proper circumstances, I could, and should, be famous. True, I don't have the most euphonious singing voice or the cleverest guitar licks, but if you look at (or listen to) half to three quarters of the so-called "talent" that reaches the mainstream audience's ear and eye drums, you would see where I am coming from. Pour example(the obvious one): Taylor Swift. Need I say more? No? Well I'm going to. She's not a good singer, either live or recorded; a very basic guitar player (Three chords? WOO-fareakin-HOO); and, let's be honest, a shameful, half-assed lyricist. Now don't misconstrue this statement, thinking I'm only saying this because I'm jealous that she's famous and I'm not, because that's not it. I'm fine with being not famous if she is the definition of the aforementioned quality. If I was to be famous, I would want it to be for a good reason, not because the people think I'm pretty (T.S. looks like a horse, if you ask me), or because they can "relate" to my lyrics (The only reason people relate is because her lyrics are vague generalizations of the most basic human conditions). I could go on, but I won't. No, Taylor Swift is famous for all the wrong reasons, but not for long. I believe she will fade away, and will have to resort to a Brittney Spears-esque return to the spotlight if she wants the good folks of the world to remember her. Yes, T Swift, its too late for you and your white horse to come around (and show some talent!).
It's because she has breasts and you don't. Wanna become famous? Start a band, then organize a small tour of your hometowm and show them how incredibly kickass you are. Put on a good show. Do a backflip off a speeding car through a loop of fire, while screaming "YO MOMMA!".