Everyone loves a nice person and if that nice person is also a personable lady plus she can sing, then the accolades are going to flow. And if they do, then there are people who come out of the woodwork and say, “Oh, she’s too provincial, too Bretagne, she’s this or that.”
Some may not like the way she holds the microphone or dominates the conversation:
And yet everyone seems enamoured:
There’s a tall poppy syndrome where we have to cut someone down to size, someone getting a bit uppity and I wonder why. In her case, she does not give herself airs or act The Star and yet she is a star, with a huge groundswell of support.
Just what must it be like when everyone to whom you turn smiles at you with affection? How does it go to the head?
In Russia, you or I or anyone can have that to an extent because one is seen not only as being different but from a high level nation. What does it do to the brain? It can turn a person into a vain a***h***, not based on any natural qualities or else one can learn to keep a lid on it.
Nolwell Leroy looks, to me, like a Sophie Marceau but comes over as a more forthcoming version of Kate Bush. Seems to me also that it’s not just huge popularity, like a Kardashian, for dubious reasons but a huge undercurrent of love for a fine person – you see it in the interviewers’ eyes.
What does it do to a person’s mind, this popularity? How does she respond to the endless stream of compliments, to everyone wanting to say hello and talk half the day? And what must her guy feel, seeing he’d have to share her with a nation and knowing there’d be men fantasizing about her and women fantasizing about being like her?
And isn’t there always that disappointment that she’s public property, that everyone else wants a piece of the action? And what of her? If you took it all away, this popularity, would she go back to being a simple, unaffected person or has the damage been done?