Live Through This

Hero Takes a Fall

The hidden dangers of idol worship.

Illustration by Allegra

There’s a time in your life that you might not remember, when you were very, very small, and all of the adults in your life seemed perfect. I know that might seem almost unimaginable now, but you probably saw your parents, teachers, and guardians as infallible gods. It’s more likely that you remember your teenage babysitters—did they not seem like the coolest, most glamorous creatures in the world? Well, those demigods were then the age you are now, and the age of your classmates—and you know how glamorous all of your lives are.

There’s nothing wrong with looking up to, admiring, even borderline WORSHIPPING other human beings—it can actually be helpful to hold select people up as role models, to purposely focus on what’s awesome about them because it inspires us to be awesome, too. Who among us can’t understand why, when Kathleen Hanna catches herself reading negative comments on the internet, she looks to the example of a certain person who probably has flaws but if so we don’t need to know about them:

I just think, Would Beyoncé be reading this? No, she would just delete it, or somebody would delete it for her. What I really need to do is close the computer and then talk back to that voice and say, Fuck you. I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m Beyoncé. I’m going to Ibiza with Jay-Z now, fuck off.

But I think it’s important to know the risks of putting mere mortals on a pedestal—the main one being that they will probably fall off one day. Maybe your favorite director will turn out to be a sexual harasser. Or that marriage that you always held up as an example of perfect love dissolves. And what are you left with? Would you be mad if I said you’re left with a Valuable Life Lesson? You’d have good reason to be. But it helps to prepare for these almost-inevitable moments of disillusionment, so let’s take a look at how to do that, with three varieties of people.

1. Family

I was a little kid, sitting at the kitchen table, coloring with a set of crayons that had really elaborate names for all the shades. My dad was at the same table, concentrating on balancing his checkbook. I had only recently learned to read, and the names of these crayon colors were too long and fancy for me to make out.

“Dad, what’s this color called?” I’d ask, holding up a crayon.

“Fluorescent yellow,” he said, squinting at the label.

“What about this one?”

My dad sighed. “Electric Periwinkle. But please don’t ask me any questions right now. I’m trying to focus.”

I would go back to silently coloring for a few minutes before finding another shade I just had to ask him the name of, and after one Faded Lavender or Crimson Blush too many, my dad’s patience wore out. Finally, totally frustrated, he grabbed my box of crayons, walked across the living room, opened the back door, and flung them out the backyard.

I could not believe my eyes. My dad had always been the most patient person on the planet, and I had never seen him react like that before (to be fair, I did ask him a lot of color names). He immediately apologized for overreacting and helped me gather all my crayons, but my view of him had changed. Not in a huge way—a yard full of broken crayons is not exactly the stuff of childhood trauma—but this was the first time I saw that my father could be impatient, hasty, and hypocritical (“Don’t throw temper tantrums when you’re mad” is a lesson he was always trying to teach me). I realized that my father wasn’t a superhero or a saint—he was just a man. And this led me to a radical new idea that totally blew my five-year-old mind: all adults were fallible, and people of any age could make mistakes, be petty, be selfish, or be wrong. It was an epiphany on the scale of finding out the truth about Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. It made me dizzy. If I couldn’t rely on adults to always be right, who could I trust? How would I ever know what was true??

I didn’t turn into a tiny nihilist, questioning the very notion of right and wrong. Instead, I slowly learned to check in with my own instincts when an adult told me something. If something a grownup did or said felt wrong to me, I no longer trusted them blindly. Basically, I started to learn to think for myself and develop my own moral compass, which are pretty helpful things to know how to do.

2. Famouses

Tina Fey is one of the funniest people in the world to me. Exhibit A, she wrote Mean Girls. Also, she created 30 Rock, a sitcom that has made me cry from laughing on several occasions. I have loved her since she was a writer and cast member on SNL in the late ’90s, and I applauded when she was appointed that show’s first female head writer. I was inspired by her book, Bossypants. Fey, to me, could do no wrong. She represented the very pinnacle of comedy to me—someone who knew how to be hilarious with intelligence and talent and integrity.

Then, a couple years ago, I watched an episode of 30 Rock that contained a particularly heinous rape joke (if you don’t want to read the content of the actual joke, don’t click on that link). I was so repulsed that I immediately turned off my TV. I sat there for a while, my mind reeling. What the hell was going on? How could Tina Fey, who could do no wrong, do something that felt sooo wrong? Did she think rape was hilarious? I actually think there’s a way to be subversively funny about almost anything, but that joke didn’t feel subversive or clever or anything other than gross, unfunny, and unnecessary. It felt way beneath the pedestal I’d placed Fey on.

But weirdly enough—while I still wish she hadn’t written/approved that rape joke—that lapse in judgment helped me appreciate Fey’s good bits in a different way. Because I had grown up watching her, I had kind of taken for granted that she was some kind of Comedy Robot, programmed to effortlessly do and say the funniest thing in any given situation. But now that I saw her as a fallible human woman (stars, they’re just like us!), I realized how hard she works at her craft—and anyone who works really hard to be great at something makes mistakes along the way. And this helped me related with her—I’ve made my share of jokes that have fallen horribly flat (more on that later). So, like, if Tina Fey can make mistakes sometimes, maybe I can aspire to be funny on occasion? Let’s dream big, why not.


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  • 062131 December 28th, 2012 3:24 PM

    Ah, this is so good.
    “My feelings alternated between too hot and too cold, which is clearly super healthy and the type of thing you should look for in any friendship.” Sometimes I think this is very annoying, at least for me. Sometimes I just want to think “this person is really cool but still a human being with flaws,” but I guess that’s a lot harder than “OH MAN THIS PERSON IS GREAT” or “wow that wasn’t nice.”
    This was a very very good article and I liked that you talked about family, friends, famous people and OURSELVES. You have to try to be good but you’ll probably fail sometimes, it’s not so easy to remember it’s okay.

    Oh and just to let you know, the link about the Tina Fey joke just links to this article.

  • llamalina December 28th, 2012 4:01 PM

    I do this too! I always place people on a high pedestal, and they always end up crashing down. Especially the friend-crush thing, as well as my parents.

    “It’s scary to let people just casually step off their pedestals instead of making them topple, because when they’re on your level you have to look them in the eye; you have to grapple with their humanness and let them see into yours.” I really like that.

  • GlitterKitty December 28th, 2012 4:35 PM

    Maybe I just didn’t get the point but Amy Poehler is the awesomest goddess/superhero of all time.

  • Anabel December 28th, 2012 4:51 PM

    “What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.”
    - John Green

  • Mayne December 28th, 2012 5:19 PM

    Thanks so much for this, Anna. I identify with everything you wrote in this article, and it’s comforting to know that somebody else does that awful anxiety thing to themselves too. Meow. Meow.

  • kikikaylen December 28th, 2012 5:38 PM

    This is such a brilliant and relatable article. In the past year or so, I’ve become more aware of my perceptions of people, including myself. I’ve realized that my parents, my friends, my celebrity crushes, and even myself are fallible. So I don’t have to agree with every single thing the people that are important to me do, and although I look back at some things I did shamefully, I don’t have to beat myself up about it forever. I think my parents have been the people whose imperfections I’ve had the hardest time coming to terms with, but in the end, we’re all human.

  • iamrachii December 28th, 2012 5:48 PM

    I’m terrible at hero worshipping ~famous~ people who have regular flaws. I used to love the singer of my favourite band for being straight edge and then I found out he’d stopped and now he goes on about how much he drinks like a teenage girl in interviews and I was so down about it for months that I threw myself into bands who did drugs and slept with all the girls cos hey, they couldn’t let me down like that right? Now I sort of know better, famous people are just people and they can change their mind about things just like me and it’s silly to expect more than that (but I still will, at least a little). There is an AFI song about all this called Veronica Sawyer Smokes which I think Rookie will appreciate, tying together the theme of this article with one of the best characters ever (basically the singer spent his youth daydreaming about Veronica and how perfect she was and then there’s that scene where she smokes and his little world came down, pretty much exactly how I felt) so that’s something to check out.

  • violet9 December 28th, 2012 7:07 PM

    Thanks for this, I used to suffer a lot from anxiety, and one of the things that helped me was being asked to think through the consequences of my actions which I was so scared of, and realising that they really weren’t that bad.

  • carabear December 29th, 2012 1:34 AM

    Ugh, sometimes it feels like all I ever do is idealize people. It’s terrifying when they fall from their pedestals. I still haven’t figured out how to not romanticize as many people as I do, and it just causes so much heartache.

  • nia December 29th, 2012 12:53 PM

    Amazing article. I know the link is broken but I think she was talking about this:

    Because it made me step back and look at Tina Fey differently too. It’s pretty horrible so please be warned.

    • Anaheed December 29th, 2012 4:08 PM

      Link fixed! Thanks for the heads-up.

  • Erykaneisha December 30th, 2012 7:24 PM

    I can totally relate to this article. At the moment, I’m dealing more with #3 & 4. I have a friend who I absolutely adored when I first met her because I thought she was beyond amazing. As time progressed, I became disappointed with her extreme arrogance, her unwillingness to learn new things because she believes she knows everything (so I really can’t share much with her), and ‘fakeness’ when it came down to having relationships with other people.
    As for #4, I feel awful for judging her because she IS human after all and I want to tell her how I feel about her attitude. But I don’t want to hurt her feelings & I feel I might have confrontational issues. *sigh*

  • Lydia Jane January 4th, 2013 7:06 PM

    For me, #3 and #4 go hand-in-hand. The pattern goes somewhat like this: make a new best friend, become obsessed with new best friend, find flaw in best friend, focus on flaw, judge/get angry at friend. This is followed by judging and getting angry at myself; I mean, maybe she’s not as great of a person as I’d thought if she only talks about herself, but that means I must be a terrible person too for focusing on the negative and hating an otherwise wonderful person.

    I wish I could stop this cycle, but it’s difficult. Anyway, great article!

  • Kathryn January 15th, 2013 11:40 PM

    Before I clicked the link about the joke in 30 rock, I totally know what you were talking about. I was weirdly thinking about that earlier today, even though I haven’t seen that episode in a long time, and how mixed my feelings were.

    • Kathryn January 15th, 2013 11:43 PM

      PS totally and completely irrelevant, but I just saw Anaheed’s comment and it made me remember how earlier today I was listening to the “Animal Sacrifice” episode of This American Life, and I really liked the story about Piney! I hope he’s doin’ well.