They're not an illusion.
One of the true tests of genuinely powerful personalities is their ability to show off an obviously created image and yet, behind the scenes, exert every bit as strong an attraction on those around him or her. I think it's partly due to the fact that the line between their created and "real' selves are blurred, sometimes consciously so. They've created a commodified self-image, but that commodified self-image really is who they are. I think we all tend to admire that because pop culture is littered with "stars" who just don't have what it takes to do that. Of course, many people I'm sure would not consider these successful, admired "stars" to be very healthy human beings. I'm sure Morrissey of all people would concur.
The overwhelming number of people who were enchanted by Morrissey the moment they met him, and remained so for years and years, is staggering. Even his detractors, from the reticent sort like Johnny Marr to the angrier ones like Anthony H. Wilson, admit that they find Morrissey interesting-- as an artist, if not a person. But as I said that distinction, artist/person, isn't true in certain cases like Morrissey's. And loyalty to Morrissey, as we've all seen, runs deep and runs long. I attribute it directly to his aura, his "charm", as an artist. I doubt we know exactly what that charm is like in private, but it's one of Lord Rumsfeld's "known unknowns"-- Morrissey's charms must be real or he would have been discovered, betrayed, or outed long ago.
However, to say they are real isn't the same as saying you have an iceberg's chance in...the Arctic Circle in 20 years...of experiencing those charms either in a romantic or friendly relationship with Morrissey or with a man who in many ways resembles Morrissey. It just isn't going to happen. Certain people are legends, and legends are singular. When they were made the mold was broken, as the saying goes. Replicas will only disappoint. Dollars to donuts most of the ladies on this website who have actually met chaps who are Morrissey "clones" (because of looks, intellect, or otherwise) have come away discouraged. To say the least.
So I guess it comes down to this. Yeah, it's real-- but you can't have it. Fortunately Morrissey is an artist who gives so much of himself in his music that you don't really need it. If you have his CDs you're as close as you need to get. Meanwhile, if romance is your aim, I say change your expectations, find a schmuck who can keep you happy, and keep Morrissey as your Harlequin-style lover on the side. Good times with a dependable guy who can program your TV, perform adequately in the bedroom, and knows how to cook, and fantasy times involving long bubble baths and Morrissey CDs on the boombox-- though, y'know, not at the same time.
(Hi Kewpie!)
