{"id":106501,"date":"2022-10-24T11:57:00","date_gmt":"2022-10-24T11:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/harchi90.com\/uncongenial-tv-host-james-corden-hooked-on-the-barbs-of-fame\/"},"modified":"2022-10-24T11:57:00","modified_gmt":"2022-10-24T11:57:00","slug":"uncongenial-tv-host-james-corden-hooked-on-the-barbs-of-fame","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/harchi90.com\/uncongenial-tv-host-james-corden-hooked-on-the-barbs-of-fame\/","title":{"rendered":"Uncongenial TV host James Corden hooked on the barbs of fame."},"content":{"rendered":"
Maybe I’m just nearing my snug harbor and rationalizing a lifetime of obscurity. But despite being inclined to view fame favorably, to wistfully suspect that a little larger portion of attention would have been nice, when I see what kind of jerk those served a few portions of smoking hot success tend to become, I realize that I’m better off having nursed my little cup of tepid local awareness and been fairly satisfied. <\/p>\n
I’ve known men \u2014 no names, please! \u2014 who no sooner got that Pulitzer Prize, or National Magazine Award, or whatever, than they became world-class asshats, unfit to be around. Not that they have much interest in hanging with a nobody like myself, not after the spotlight touches them. And the ironic thing is, while notoriety hurries off, the jerkishness it brings seems to stick around.<\/p>\n
I was reminded of this watching James Corden, comic actor and TV host, bathed in public purgatory last week over his don’t-you-know-who-I-am? arrogance at Balthazar, a French bistro in New York City.<\/p>\n