This morning, we discovered that not only is Hugh Jackman pally with the Trumps, he also does not discuss politics with them. Issue or not?
This morning, we stand at a strange pivot. Seemingly, the question at hand is if famous people can have friends. And if so, can we choose them? Seems obvious, right? It’s a yes and a no. Of course, they can have friends, except when those friends are bad.
People recently published a piece that illustrated Hugh Jackman’s relationship with the Trumps (in particular Ivanka and Jared Kushner), with Hugh proudly stating that “I’ve known those guys for 15 years…we don’t talk politics at birthday parties.”
Hugh Jackman Explains Friendship with Ivanka Trump & Jared Kushner: ‘We Don’t Talk Politics’ https://t.co/uc8FxR7kOd
— People (@people) November 1, 2018
Does that muddy the water somewhat? No? It pangs a trifle odd as Jackman openly lobbied for the biplane to Trump Tower’s King Kong in Hillary Clinton, and recently asked all Americans to vote, because he was Australian.
It’s not impossible to envision that Hugh and Ivanka are bezzie besties, and they just play upstairs when he comes over to their house, avoiding eye contact with father dear beyond “Good afternoon Mr Trump” pleasantries. However, it sort of bristles the bush. Not Hugh, we might have clicked, as his adventure beyond our assumptions of who he is, sits poorly. I expect the remnants of thousandfold macchiatos to be quickly finished this morning, and the dessert menu reached over coffee shop tables across the Commonwealth.
Because the company doesn’t fit. This is that very nice man who helped that very nice woman who fell over at that award show while the rest of us muffled laughter. This is the guy that married for love through fame. This is the impossibly chiselled dude who is also the nicest guy in Hollywood. How can someone so nice willingly spend time with people who aren’t? How can you be friends with the Trumps and not talk politics? How dare you point us with your claws, Wolverine?
The initial question remains. Hugh is a national treasure, and therefore, (almost) public property, can we define who he sees? Do we need to defend his honour just as we did with the Opera House? The situations echo each other. This is not the icon we know, it’s just a trifle off-colour.
We love Hugh because he plays fictional characters, or because we’ve breadcrumbed pieces of his personality from what we’ve been fed, or assumed. The company one keeps, maybe. But if we claim ownership of him, then we can ground him. Then we can find out for sure.
Who are these people you’ve been hanging out with, Hugh? I don’t like them.