When will we start caring more about what we do and less about what other people do?

 Will we ever reach the point where we say, “She’s a dancer” instead of, “She’s a black dancer.”? “He’s a Christian, you know.” Does it matter if he’s a “gay chef” or just a chef? Why?

I’ve found that I just really don’t care.

If someone’s good at what they do, then that’s really all that matters, not whether they’re white, black, Asian, green or purple, straight, gay, undecided, Republican or Democrat. And even if someone’s not particularly good at something, some descriptors just don’t matter to me.

“She’s a great chef.”

“He’s fabulous dancer.”

What he or she does in the bedroom is really none of my business. If someone cares to share that information, fine. That’s different. We’re living in a world with an active 24-hour news cycle where wars rage, refugees flee, kids are murdered, families starve and people can’t afford their medicine . . . and yet we spend more time worrying about Kim Kardashian’s tits and ass than we do about any of that other stuff.

We are a society of voyeurs. We want to know every little juicy detail about everyone else, especially celebrities . . . Reality TV, online celebrity glamour sites, and sites tracking every celebrity move ever made . . . Who’s sleeping with whom? Why is he going out with her? Isn’t he gay? I didn’t know he was gay. Oh I love that water bottle that celebrity is using.

So we admire fake boobs and tight shorts, as well as hunky shirtless hunks, but why are we taking all of that so seriously? Why aren’t we paying less attention to the little things like celebrity and other people’s sex lives than we are? Why do we focus on race, ethnicity, sexual orientation and what some famous person is doing more than on what we are doing?

Just seems strange to me . . . at times titillating, but all consuming? It sure seems so at times.