Stormbreaker
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I don't disagree with any of this. My imagery of Hulk Hogan when I was 8-9 years old in the early 80's, was pristine though, at a time when I probably still thought pro wrestling was real, LOL. He was the "role model" for me as an elementary school kid when I didn't have a lot of great male examples in my life growing up in a very shitty small town. Obviously what I know as an adult tarnishes almost all of that I looked up to as a kid. I probably haven't ever put another human being on a pedestal like that in my entire life. I think you get to know better than that pretty early in life - but I certainly didn't yet at that age.
My years of watching wrestling were when guys like Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels were lesser known tag team wrestlers who hadn't really started as singles wrestlers yet, so that's how I still think of Bret - half of the Heart Foundation with the Anvil and managed by Jimmy Hart. I really never knew him as a singles wrestler. I had stopped watching by that point and then he was long out of the business by the time I started watching again as an adult. I never got to enjoy him when he was the guy that you remember and mostly now know him from the guy he is today, someone who comes off to me as extremely bitter and angry at the entire world. We have just different memories of different individuals at different times in their and our own lives and how they impacted us. No one is likely as good as their best moments or as bad as their worst.
So agreed, celebrity worship in general is bad...because all of these guys are mostly just playing a character. However sometimes even those flawed human beings can help us aspire to be something more than we might otherwise. 8-9 year old me needed that character of Hulk Hogan even if the human being behind the caricature obviously didn't match. I didn't know that yet then, didn't need to and I'm glad that I' didn't. That type of lesson could/would come often as a I got older.
Tremendous post.
There’s a wonderful film starring Peter O’Toole - My Favorite Year - that has a scene toward the end that perfectly encapsulates your sentiments. It’s about an actor whose real life actions are at odds with the qualities of the heroes he portrayed throughout his illustrious career, and yet who proved to possess some of them after all.
It’s especially enjoyable for fans of Errol Flynn*, the greatest swashbuckler of them all.
*Why isn’t there an Adventures of Robin Hood Flynn figure?