Who are REAL People?

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Lately I have heard the phrase “real people” more times than I care to remember. I heard it on the news, read it in articles, and listened as guests on talk shows babbled on about “real people”. I Googled the term and got pages and pages of results. For example, It was a TV show from the seventies and early eighties. It is a talent agency in Georgia. It is a Rock band  It is a financial institution with the motto: “We are Real People, for real people.”  So, who are REAL people?

There are quotes about “real people” like these:

When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking. Sarah Jessica Parker  (What do fake people do? Stay down? Crawl? Run?)

In a novel, if you’re any good, you don’t just have good people or bad people. You have complicated people. You have real people. Salman Rushdie (So fictitious people are real people. Now I’m beginning to understand).

My life is good because I am not passive about it. I invest in what is real. Like real people, to do real things, for the real me. Gwyneth Paltrow  (Say what?)

All I’ve ever tried to do is play real people. Alan Alda (You mean like Hawkeye?)

Some  seem to imply that “real people” are not in certain categories like politicians, celebrities, or the rich. We hear references to the “real people outside the beltway,” and the “real people” who have blue collar jobs. They all seem to be out “there” somewhere.

I would like to suggest that we are ALL real people. Some of us are fat and others are thin. Some are rich, some are just “making it”and some are poor and need help. Some are famous and, like in Cheers, everybody knows their name, while others live in obscurity. Some have white skin, some have tan skin, some have dark brown or black skin—but we all have skin. Some are  male and some are female. Some are smart while some are not. Some are nice and some are mean and nasty. Some are givers and some are takers. Some bathe and some do not. Some live in penthouses in New York City and some live in hogans in Arizona while others live in mud huts somewhere. Some are young and some are old. Some are strong and healthy and some are sick and weak. Some are happy sometimes and some are sad sometimes. Get the idea?

 We all want to be loved, appreciated and respected. Even the richest have bad days and even the poorest have good days. A cut makes each of us bleed and heartache causes most of us to cry.

We are all in this together. Even if sometimes we act phony, we are still real.

I am a “real person” and so are you. Think about it. Isn’t it time we all started treating each other like “real people”?

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