Questioning our pop-culture obsession

I have come to think that our culture, i.e., our society's obsession with pop culture and all of its "stars" and "icons", has gone over the edge of a cliff. We have OCD when it comes to the lives celebrities, but one can wonder what would happen if we just stopped caring; if we stopped tracking their every move; if we stopped photographing them coming out of a porto-potty; if we stopped shoving microphones around corners, through windows, into flashbulb lite faces. I don't deny that the people we see on television and in film, whose music we listen to on the radio and download on iTunes,  and whose books and articles we read may live fascinating—lives that we want know more about. But does that necessitate the level of obsession we now display?  I wonder what would happen if we turned a blind eye to the raucous and risky as well as to the heartfelt and caring. Perhaps it is inevitable to idolize those in the arts; those who have "more" than the rest of us; those who can perform acts of sport that few in the world could hope to achieve.