No arms around the fans, or fans' arms around them, in the photo ops. Sometimes they ignore it. I think often it's the venue making that rule because they don't want the liability of someone more-than-hugging. Asylum is the con that Jared cancelled out of two years ago, Jensen went alone and walking from one appearance to the next, surrounded by security, a fangirl launched an air attack from overhead--she jumped on him from the stairs. It rattled him.
As it would anybody. I was watching a televised Simon and Garfunkel concert in Central Park, and a fan came flying up onstage. I have never seen a look of fear like Paul Simon had on his face as she barreled toward him. She only wanted a hug, but realistically, she could have had a knife, or been psychotic on drugs.
Two occasions when JA had the same look--the behind the scenes the CW shot on Long Distance Call. The Js did the scene, Jared walked out the door, Jensen stood there a beat and then walked out of frame. They cut, and then he turned to speak to the guys in the crew and saw the behind the scenes camera still rolling. He got that expression and evaporated out of camera range immediately.
A vid from the Red Bull Derby last fall after the race, there were a group of people standing on what looked like a porch. JA caught sight of the camera pointed at him--he got that look again, and simply melted out of sight.
For all the grace and charm Jared projects, all the spontaneity, and I believe genuine enjoyment, nobody in a public spotlight can afford to be as open and accessible as perhaps they would like to be. If I was in a position to be signing autographs, I'd have a no-touch rule, myself. If I ever got up the courage to make a personal appearance, money or no.
...geez. Wind me up and I'll do twenty minutes. Sorry.
No, I agree with what you're saying. I would not be able to handle the intrusion AT ALL. I'm afraid Misha, what with his twittering and all, is going to be on the receiving end of that type of fan hysteria as well.
Certainly at the moment he seems to be basking in it, which is nice, but, yeah - I do get this whole sense of impending doom. Seriously, mate - do not feed the fangirls. I'm half expecting someone to throw fake pony blood at him, a la Carrie. Or turn up on his doorstep, the way they did with Hewlett. It does feel a bit like an accident waiting to happen. (And, God help me, I
am
totally sucked into the Twitter thing.)
otoh, I should think that the Js are probably relieved to have some of the attention shifting off them.
I am totally sucked into the Twitter thing.
I finally discovered the immense value of Twittering in breathtakingly painful business meetings. Extremely therapeutic.
I finally discovered the immense value of Twittering in breathtakingly painful business meetings.
It is more socially acceptable than lunging across the table and beating someone into blessed silence.
But is it more satisfying?
But is it more satisfying?
No. Too bad it's not acceptable to list "did not kill anyone" as an accomplishment for my trimester review.
I was watching a televised Simon and Garfunkel concert in Central Park, and a fan came flying up onstage. I have never seen a look of fear like Paul Simon had on his face as she barreled toward him. She only wanted a hug, but realistically, she could have had a knife, or been psychotic on drugs.
Speaking of not acceptable, I'm still boggled that people would think that jumping on the object of their fannish attention is in
any
way okay. I wonder if it's that some otherwise sane people's emotional investment in characters/actors/what-have-you gets strong enough so that on some deep, lizard-brain level, they expect that their intentions and feelings must be acknowledged. Some fans seem to react to requests for privacy the same way I might react if a friend tried to shut me out of his or her life.
Too bad it's not acceptable to list "did not kill anyone" as an accomplishment for my trimester review.
Particularly if you listed it as an objective and didn't exactly "meet" expectations. ;-)
