Any young woman who is looking to break into the entertainment industry knows that she runs the risk of falling under the influence of some sketchy characters, and being called upon to engage in the kind of degeneracy that might cast a dark shadow across the rest of her life. That could be reluctantly agreeing to pose for a set of tasteful nudes, only to be pressured/blackmailed into increasingly depraved sex acts by the photographer. Or it might entail appearing in a Russell Greer music video; essentially a low-budget continuation of his compulsion to stalk attractive young women who are, thankfully, beyond his reach and can afford good security. It's a small mercy that Russell's high opinion of himself prevents him from setting his sights on any girl who he considers lower than a 10. That arrogance alone has likely spared many poor women in his vicinity from his fumbled attempts at romance and his spiteful and meanspirited rebuffs when he is rejected.
I wonder whether Russell has considered that anyone who makes it through his video without cringing themselves into a state of seizure, and who subsequently feels pangs of compassion or interest, is going to look him up online and run into his conviction for stalking. Further down that rabbit hole that there is an entire Lewis Carol wonderland of mouth-breathing Cheshire cats and owls with the voice of Morgan Freeman. I remember my first roller-coaster ride through Russell Greer lore. You emerge from it a changed person.
He has never been able to either grasp, or admit to himself, that the bulk of his problems stem from his behaviour, more than they do from his unfortunate appearance. He attempts to hide elements of his past, not because he is ashamed and is seeking to change his ways, but because they make him look bad and reduce and his chances of hooking up with a celebrity hottie who will furnish him with the life of luxury that he feels he deserves. I wonder if he realises that, short of receiving a life-changing inheritance (which he would probably blow on something stupid anyway) what he has now represents everything that he will ever have. He's blown through all his opportunities and now had to eke-out an existence in the ruins of his life. I feel like there needs to be an intervention consisting of his remaining friends along with any family members who can still bear to be in the same room, where they attempt to get it into his thick skull that neither Taylor Swift, nor any other celebrity is going to allow him to fuck her.
I will say one thing for Russell. When he wants something, he doesn't sit around and daydream. Without glancing at the lousy hand in front of him, he pushes his modest sum of chips into the centre of the table and goes all in. It's a shame that, as one hardest working lolcows in the business, we can't put his his hanging poker face on a silver round without being sued. It would really freak out future archaeologists.
