Hey guys, little update on Mason Ramsey:
I don’t know why I’m blogging about a 15-year-old’s Instagram post. I guess we should try to unpack that first. I wasn’t big into the original Walmart-yodeling-kid videos, but I loved that verse in the Old Town Road remix. Still tell myself, “If you ain’t got no giddy-up then giddy-out my way” sometimes as motivation. Also, I guess we’re tied from the Burger King thing. When the judgment day comes, we’ll be in the same line.
Alright, with that established, thoughts:
- Good for Mason Ramsey. So many child stars have rough lives. Stepping back feels like a great idea.
- Imagine being Mason Ramsey’s date to homecoming or the eighth grade dance or whatever that picture’s from. I mean, first of all because he’s looking fly as hell, but secondly because he’s one of the most famous fifteen-year-olds in the world. I guess everyone probably gets used to this eventually, but it’s still gotta be an experience. The man has been to the Grammys, and not as a spectator. (Do the Grammys allow spectators?)
- I wonder if Mason Ramsey will ever get to a point where he isn’t recognized, or could do that if he wanted to without the whole plastic surgery thing. Basically, was he young enough when he blew up that he could fade away and live a normal life? What a story that would be.
- I love that two of the pictures are of him jet-skiing. Best reflection possible on how the kid’s handling stardom.
