Ozzy Osbourne passed away this week, and while I wouldn’t say I’m the type to idolize celebrities, it really made me stop and think about him. I’ve always thought he was a fascinating figure—a rock legend who was wildly entertaining on reality TV yet somehow came across as surprisingly relatable (in his own way). I guess it’s got me reflecting on how I’ve never been one to get starstruck. Honestly, I think I’d make a pretty solid friend to a celebrity because I just don’t have that “fan” mindset.
This realization took me back to my younger days when my best friend was utterly obsessed with Leif Garrett. Her world revolved around him. Her locker, clipboard, walls—basically everything she owned was covered in pictures of him clipped from Tiger Beat (a 70s and 80s rite of passage, for sure). Meanwhile, I tried to keep up but didn’t have a single celebrity crush to my name. Weird, right? Everyone else was fangirling, and I just... wasn’t into it.
Don’t get me wrong—I grew up on classic rock. I listened to Ozzy, Mötley Crüe, and every rock ’n’ roll band of that era. But while others memorized band members’ names and pasted their posters everywhere, I was just there for the music. I never really cared about who they were as people. Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt I’d be good at keeping a famous friend grounded—I see them as people, not untouchable idols.
I’ll admit, though, I didn’t really “discover” Ozzy until his family’s reality show came along. That’s when I realized how much I liked him and Sharon. They were chaotic yet oddly charming. It made me wish I knew them better in real life because they seemed… human. It got me thinking how so many people we admire from afar must have fascinating layers we don’t see because we’re so busy seeing them as “icons” instead of normal people. That thought’s been sitting with me lately.
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