Admit it. America is obsessed. Celebrities have practically become an extension of the family. Surrounded by magazines whose only purpose is to snoop on stars, we know when and why they break up. We know why they cheated and with whom. We know how much weight they’ve gained or lost in three weeks. We give celebrity couples cute pet names like “Bennifer” and “Tomkat” as if we personally know them. If people are spending more time reading US Weekly magazine than the Bible, you might as well declare it a new religion — “the Church of Celebophiles.” They’re called idols for a reason.

Everything in moderation is fine, of course. There’s nothing wrong with a little celebrity obsession. It can actually be a good thing at times. Celebrity obsession brings people together: It provides conversation starters such as, “Damn, don't you think Tom Wellings is hot?” It gives us people to love (We heart Johnny Depp!!!!), it gives us people to hate, it gives us a sense of identity and “culture.”

However, no matter how devoted or sincere, celebrity fanaticism will always go unrewarded, especially if it’s D.U.M.B. — Devotion to Unaccomplished Moneyed Boobs (like Paris Hilton). Sure, you might be recognized as the celebrity’s number-one fan and maybe your dedication might even get you a chance to meet her. But all your obsession amounts to nothing. That same time and effort could be directed into achieving your own accomplishments.

Instead, what celebrities do should serve as inspiration — that is, celebrities with real talent. Celebrities that have changed the world. Celebrities that have broken away from the old and created something fresh, something beautiful. Celebrities that, at the very least, know the difference between chicken and tuna. They should be the hopes of the future generations that share their dreams. They should be proof that no goal is too unattainable. Admire the stars shining in the sky, but don't waste away your life gazing at them. Join them.