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Megyn Kelly’s recent interview with Maureen Callahan cut through the celebrity fog and called out what millions of Americans have been noticing: the “Wicked” press tour has become less promotion and more performance art. Callahan joined Kelly to unpack the surreal clips of Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo clutching hands, sobbing on cue, and treating every interview like a confessional. The segment made plain that this isn’t quaint Hollywood sweetness — it’s a manufactured spectacle designed to dominate headlines.
If you’ve scrolled past the viral clips, you know what they’re talking about: odd, highly staged interviews with lines about auras, tears, and hand-holding that played like a rehearsed routine. Critics and ordinary viewers have called these moments “cringeworthy” and “surreal,” and the clips spread because people sensed something performative, not spontaneous. The obvious question is why our culture gives so much oxygen to celebrity theater while real American concerns go ignored.
The backlash isn’t from a single corner of the internet; it’s broad and bipartisan in its exasperation. Social feeds were filled with memes ridiculing the constant crying and mutual adoration, and media outlets documented fans’ confusion and fatigue as the tour kept churning out bizarre publicity stunts. This isn’t just harmless eccentricity — it’s a symptom of a Hollywood bubble that rewards spectacle over sincerity.
There’s also substance behind the performative outrage: the Erivo AI-poster flap and other press tour missteps turned earnest offense into headline fodder, including corporations issuing awkward apologies for mistakes like misprinted doll labels. When stars and studios respond to manufactured controversy with theatrical displays of hurt, it cheapens genuine grievances and trains the public to be cynical. Americans are tired of these manufactured moral panics packaged as authenticity.
Callahan’s blunt assessment that the body-positivity era is faltering hits home because the movement always had a sharp disconnect between message and reality. She pointed to the circus around celebrity performers who preach positivity while enjoying multimillion-dollar careers and then stage dramatic exits when criticized, exposing the entitlement at the movement’s core. That hypocrisy — celebrated by friendly outlets and defended by PR teams — is finally meeting pushback from everyday people who see through it.
Conservative readers should take pride in recognizing that authenticity matters more than the latest virtue signal. We value hard work, personal responsibility, and clear-eyed honesty, not the endless cultivation of victimhood for clicks and awards. The collapse of celebrity-driven fads is a reminder that culture isn’t a one-way street; when the public grows weary, the elites’ narratives lose power.
It’s time for Americans to demand better from our media and our entertainment industries: real stories, real talent, and real accountability. Stop letting performative sorrow and corporate spin set the national agenda — hardworking families deserve content that respects their intelligence, not panders to the attention economy.
