There are people (or at least people like me) who wonder a lot about the parents and families of strippers and porno actors. It seems like their lives are always mired in some fantastical, paparazzi-worthy destruction.
Side note: Check out any porn star from the ’70s and ’80s. Hell, any porn star period. For lighter fare, see Jesse James and his ex-wife. Jenna Jameson. Or, Kendra What’shername–technically not a stripper or porn star, but pretty close.
Perhaps that is where the curiosity with Montana Fishburne starts. She is famous by proxy, but not revered or special in any other way. We’ve only paid attention up till now because of her last name. I could get into a whole slew of stories about celebrities and their law-breaking, drug addicted, violent and thieving children, but I’m not here to bombard you with that.
So, Montana Fishburne wants to be an actress. Or famous. Or a human popcorn bowl willing to be passed around to anyone who wants to stick their hands inside.
I’m more annoyed than stumped.
The annoyance comes from the hackneyed shenanigans of wannabe-anybody celebrity children. And, the very tired, tired notion of using sex to sell everything. Even if it only garners the frail modicum of interest from strangers.