You want me to pluck the very first instance a sentence was written on Reddit? I don’t know the exact date. I was around and watched it and many other phrases and memes organically appear and then disappear.
It’s like asking for an etymology for the word “bat” and expecting an exact date of first usage.
Edited to add: I know it’s kind of pithy to respond with just a link, but that’s really all there is to it. Like “a gentleman and a scholar” or “full of win”, it’s just a phrase that someone typed out of hyperbole, and people latched onto it, turning it into a meme.
Wow, what an incredibly Internet-cloistered thing to say. No, this absolutely in no way neared coming from Reddit. I’m sure it predated reddit by at least 100 years.
As I’m not a celebrity, I’m guessing there’s quite a few more options than most of us are aware of. One example I could think of is for the celeb to make an LLC and have that LLC buy the house they’re living in.
Anyone can google their address and show up/take pictures/lurk/stalk, But thankfully most people would never think to do such a thing nor have any inclination to do so,
I’m sure that nearly all celebrities/public figures, once a certain amount famous, encounter crazy people that they should be fearful of.
How terrifying it must b for celebrities, so they have body guards and a security detail and full-fledged security system at their houses 😥 it’s exhausting thinking about it.
I don’t feel bad for them for this part. Its part of the price of being a public figure. I don’t know why people wish for fame. Seems like its a mountain of trouble to deal with.
okay that’s all fine and good, but eventually somehow the address of the place where the celebrity sleeps every night gets leaked, and the public gets all excited about it. This is what worries me on their behalf.
Often when I meet new people they ask me where I live and I find that very strange and I’m uncomfortable with that.
Why do people ask me where I live? I never ask anyone else where they live. I couldn’t even imagine asking someone that. Especially upon meeting them for the first time.
I don't know where you're from, but asking about where one lives (in very general terms, such as city and state) is a common thing to do while striking up friendly conversation here in the US. Your response gives us cultural context and may reveal shared experiences.
No one who asks, "Where you from?" is asking for your street address.
But what if one day you turn on the TV and you look on the internet and for no fucking reason everywhere you see your name and address posted, and millions of people commenting about it and sharing it with everyone they know.
I was going to jokingly post the coordinates to a White Castle in Chicago, but then I thought it might be interpreted as serious doxxing, and I could get permanently suspended.
So just imagine that I did that, and it was really funny.
I worked at a Boy scout summer camp, which was underfunded and run by 14-20 year old boys. We had to spend almost a week setting up camp. Big old army tents made of canvas, took at least 4 people to set one up. They requires these big nails, maybe 10 inches in length, as stakes. Apparently they must have been very expensive because we never had enough.
Enter “Jamie”. Jamie was most definitely on the spectrum. Cool enough kid, but always had a slushie ring around his lips and a messy uniform. Kind of a disaster if you got paired with them, because just could not stay focused long enough to do anything.
Well I got tasked with leading a team of around 20 on the task of setting up a section of the camp. Good team, but within an hour we were out of nails. No nails, no tents getting set up no 😞😭. Enter Jamie. He kept getting passed around from group to group because he couldn’t handle the individual tasks. However, it turns out Jamie was an absolute bloodhound for finding stakes that had been forgotten or abandoned from the previous years shutting down of the campsites. Through Jamie, we found out there were thousands of these nails scattered throughout the woods. I gave him two helpers and asked him to stay ahead of our team and keep us fed with stakes so we could keep working. The helpers looked but also kept an eye on Jamie from going too far from the group. Within a couple minutes Jamie had enough stakes for the rest of the group and we kept going. Worked like a charm.
Bro I can’t imagine how much of an eye for detail you must have to be able to notice where a stake was driven into the ground in an over grown forest. Like was he just really good at noticing where the underbrush had grown funny?
It’s a nack. See one, the others will likely be in a tent shaped layout. Some brains are just very good at visual pattern matching.
I have an unbroken record for being the person that finds anything tiny and lost. In school the kids called me “night vision”.
Lose a ball over the fence an 1am. 10 people looking. Can’t find it. Get me to look and I find it in 1 minute or less. Lost a diamond or earring backing in shag carpet? I’ll find it ao fast you won’t believe it.
I’ve occasionally had to pretend it takes longer to find it, just so they don’t think I pranked them and took it.
My wife is like this. We’ll be on a walk and she’ll stop mid sentence to walk ten feet into someone’s yard and grab a four leaf clover. She does this all the time and we have a huge collection of them, and that’s with us usually giving them away to people we pass further down on our walks.
When I trim the driveway hedge I have to pick any errant cuttings out of the rose garden. So I spend about 1-2 hours looking for one type of leaf amongst another type of leaf.
When I close my eyes for the next 12 or so hours all I can see is the type of leaf I was looking for, my brain is so locked on to looking for the pattern.
It’s a similar thing with four leaf clovers - I never in my life found one, even during periods where I’ve been scanning every bit of green while hiking. But then we had a friend who isn’t really paying attention to her surroundings, and just randomly goes ‘oh, moment’, and picks up a four leave clover from a few metres away.
Seems my daughter is also developing that talent - last summer she picked up a few while playing outside.
However, it turns out Jamie was an absolute bloodhound for finding stakes that had been forgotten or abandoned from the previous years shutting down of the campsites.
Yeah, stakes aren’t expensive but replacing all the equipment kids lose is expensive.
Depends on how it went. But I’m well armed, and my location honors the castle doctrine, and my town is right pissy about trespassing.
Back when I first got published, I was dumb enough to do so under my real name.
This has led to a few locals seeing my books are the local library, recognizing the name and finding me. They’ve all been quite polite, so no big deal.
But the truth is that anyone that showed up causing problems isn’t going to have a good time. My neighbors are mostly crazier than I am, and we’ve all had to show up for each other here and there when someone was acting a fool. So, chances are, whatever idiot it was would get run off long before I had to shoot them.
And, since I know most of the damn town to some degree, including the chief of police and the county sheriff, it isn’t like an outsider would even be in town long, unless they enjoy the hospitality of a jail. While the police are a problem overall, the local departments have guys in charge that are trying to fix that to some degree. But not to the degree that some assholes from the internet won’t end up being seen doing something they can get charged for.
Jesus, being real, I’m certain my one neighbor would likely kill someone if he saw them taking pictures around here without being warned in advance. He’s touchy. He might not start out planning it, but he’d be up in their face, and if they didn’t just leave, he would try to make them leave. If they fought back? He’s a bit touchy, but a whole lot trained.
But yeah, celebrities don’t have that kind of connection to their area like private citizens do, and not every private citizen does either. When I lived in the city, I tried being nice to my neighbors and got outright told to fuck off.
Hah, those were the days. On your topic though, yea it sucks the way celebrities are treated. It’s part of why they command such compensation (I think) they don’t get to live normal lives even if they wanted to. Becoming famous demands security to a degree most people aren’t familiar with at all.
No celebrity owns the house the live in or stay in. No truly rich person does.
An LLC or more likely a trust owns the house, land, everything they have. And those are owned by other LLCs and Trusts so you can’t follow the chain. If someone is doxxed, they go somewhere else. Many places are rented out (think Airbnb) all the time. If you get caught, your agent will “leak” that’s just where you were vacationing and the next paparazzi photos will be in different locations on purpose.
Then you do what many do, and buy their real homes in countries that take privacy seriously. When you want an escape, you fly to your real house. No such thing as papparazi, security issues, or anything.
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