A Failed Celebrity Blogger’s Book: Tales Of A Z-Grade Nothing
Jonathan Jaxson—world’s worst publicist, victim of Perez Hilton’s sex cons—is so over all this bullshit celebrity culture. Still needing cash, though, he’s got a book proposal.
Jaxson has been a publicist for the likes of that one girl from The Cheetah Club for Girls or whatever, plus he attempted a gossip site called J.J.’s Dirt that, well, never went anywhere. He and his mother used to be professional talk-show guests (discussing Jaxson’s deadbeat dad), which prompted Jaxson’s fame-hunger and pushed him toward the gossip industry. Mostly he’s popped up on Jacksonville, FL local news broadcasts and rehashed celebrity news that everyone already knew as if he’d just scooped it. Perhaps sensing the tidal change away from the scuzzy pink celebrity trashing of yesteryear, Jaxson has shifted his efforts toward a wiser and self-reflecting view of show business.
Because the memoir has worked so well for esteemed figures like Tori Spelling and Chelsea Handler, Jaxson is sending out a proposal for a book sadly titled Don’t You Know Who I Am Yet???, a look back at his rollercoaster life and career. In the very-rough drafts of chapters he sent to us, Jaxson issues ruminative ruminations on his troubled childhood:
It was … my obsession with the happiest hours of my life, the Rosie O’Donnell Show that kept me desiring fame, as I thought it would be my escape to always be financially secure and finally make a life of my own with friends that could last a lifetime. This is when I realised how it may be possible for me to finally meet my father on a talk show while aquiring that 15 minutes of fame I had always desired.
Then he moves on to hissy, non-scandal celebrity outings and partying stories:
Bungalow 8 was the place I met Ms. Mary-Kate Olsen. I was extremely disappointed in finding out that the Mary-Kate I was meeting was cocained up and completely wasted on booze. It was sad really. Really sad. It was during NYC Fashion Week that I was there with celebrities, Kim Kardashian, Chudney Ross, Evan Ross and Cuba Gooding JR.
Finally he urges the reader that he is d-u-n done with all that drama. Because he’s been in it, man. He’s been in the shit. But now he’s seen the light.
Chapter 10: The 16th Minute
(Life beyond fame; making a difference; maturity)
The sucidial moments, the emptiness, the feeling of being lost, development of sever anxiety and the multiple turn of events that made an impact on my life to write this book and begin a new chapter and focus on my life.
Unfortunately for Jaxson, even on the off chance that some tiny publisher does mimeograph a few copies of this thing and distribute it at rest homes, it’d still be a few years too late. That gum bubble has burst, leaving everyone, but some more than others, looking pretty sticky.
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Awww endearing! Doesn't every little boy grow up wanting to host a talk show with his mom/fail at publishing/fail at blogging/pitch a half-assed book?
Seriously though, I feel less hate, more sadness for this one.
SeaPeople
Aren't we all reluctant paparazzos?
scallywag
Sorry to paste randomly but who would I send this too (Parody Song about the Dominos people):
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Fred Gates
@thevirginconnieswayle: I was waiting for someone to come along and deflate that. And there you are, with the perfect little needle!
Life it is! Everyone has their own point of views and I am in no way a stranger to controversy.
Jonathan Jaxson
@iplaudius: Jacksonville, Florida is Planet of the Apes?
Dammit Jaxson, you're totally ruining it for us other gay ginger bloggers. Shut UP.
I've heard of separation anxiety, but what is sever anxiety? Fear of becoming an amputee?
@blix: No, you're right. It's like being sober, only you feel much, much better.
@octopusink: I know that Jaxson is a trendy new spelling for the already trendy baby name Jackson, but I was unaware of Jaxson as a legit surname. As someone with the surname Jackson, I wish these people would stopping name-jacking.
kjack
The fact that he quit his "publicist" job to become a "blogger" and then put the kibosh on that to become a "publicist" again pretty much says all that needs to be said about his ability to be successful at either one of them.
This is sad really. Really sad.
czecher
@are friends electric?: Hah!
souldecirce
@bytememehard: Oh, snap!
Yeah man, that "sever anxiety" is a real bitch. I still miss my brain sometimes, but I wish it well, wherever it is.
are friends electric?
@nicepony: Perhaps that's the illusion from the inside looking out. "Wow, nobody can tell how fucked up I am!" Uhm, yes we can. And by the way, is THAT what you're wearing?
when you're cocained up.... and then wasted on booze, Ive found one helps the other and you sort of come off as normal. hmm.
nicepony
Jacksonville, Florida is the kind of place that causes a person to hunger for a more beautiful and eventful life, but at the same time damages him and deforms his desire progressively, so that by the time he leaves no matter where he goes or what he does, his mind and his soul remain trapped there, like a child kept in a cage, now an adult, unable to stand upright and speak in human language.
His name makes me want to punch him and his mother in the face.
"Cocained up and completely wasted on booze". Just like US.
Publi-cyst.
WindowSeat
Jaxson, Jaxoff.
souldecirce