tonight while i was in the produce aisle of the supermarket, the man next to me asked his wife, "is there any more news on ryan dunn?" she replied that there wasn't much more, and then he inquired whether they (being the news) ever "found out" who had been in the car with him during his fatal crash.
the wife replied, "yeah, it wasn't anyone famous... it was just someone he [ryan] had been close to."
celebrity news is always an open topic for discussion, as if anything about them is fair game. it's an odd phenomenon that snippets into their lives, these people who are essentially strangers, instantly bring us together -- the "did you hear?" and "is it true?" buzz in our ears. and the more local the celebrity is, the more sensational the news. we may know absolutely nothing about the person except for what's reported, but their names roll off our tongues as if we're on a first-name basis.
when i told my husband that the news stations were waiting to hear from bam margera (ryan dunn's best friend and jackass costar), and he remarked, "what do they want? just leave him alone," he had basically vocalized what i'd been thinking... that people are people, famous or not, and should be respected the same way any grieving friend would want to be.
it's also interesting to me that a person's life can be measurable by their notoriety. although there were 2 people in the car yesterday, the other person will forever be linked to the tragedy as "ryan dunn's friend," his name probably meaning little to media outlets and fans of reality TV. how suddenly, one person's life and the loss of that life are more noteworthy than another's.
it's sad, really. but i guess that's the nature of the beast.
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