I want to be famous, or I will jump off the building if I don't become famous.

I want to be famous, if I don't become famous soon, I'll jump off a building.

Since I was little, I've always wanted to be famous, and I made up my mind to definitely be famous by the age of sixteen. Unfortunately, year after year has passed, and sixteen has long since become a thing of the last century, yet I still haven't become famous. People say that success lies in persistence and perseverance. For more than ten years, I've been persisting and striving hard.

Looking at the internet, one celebrity after another keeps emerging - from痞子蔡 (a famous online novelist), to上海宝贝 (an online literary work), then 芙蓉姐姐 (a well-known internet personality), followed by 木子美 (another internet celebrity), and then 杨二车那姆... I'm truly anxious because luck has never come my way. On the internet, some people write, some people strip. To gain fame, some women only wear bras without outerwear, some only wear underwear without pants, others go even further - they don't even wear underwear, showing their butts. Some talk about what they do when they're not wearing clothes, while others not only talk about themselves being unclothed, but also expose others who are unclothed with them. There are even those who, despite being young and unmarried, not only completely undress but also make animalistic gestures, completely disregarding the faces of their parents. They openly challenge society, morality, and the bottom line of mass culture. Their behavior is so savage and bold that it's rare both domestically and internationally. You might think this woman's brain is waterlogged. If she wants to reveal herself, she could at least do it artistically. Just splitting her legs wide open is too aggressive. Even if she gains fame this way, people will just say she's stripping for attention.

There's an old saying: "If you can become famous, everyone knows you, and you can earn big money, then taking off your clothes or revealing your thighs or even exposing personal secrets doesn't matter." This does have some truth. Except humans, all other living beings don't wear clothes. The monkeys and tigers in the zoo all have their thighs exposed. Pigs in the market are scraped clean, their thighs laid out on the chopping board as signs. Roast chickens in the shop have their necks stretched out, their naked chicken chests hanging from above the counter, making people drool. Besides humans, other animals mate openly in front of their companions, unlike humans who feel the need to cover up.

Although this is true, male tigers seeing female tigers without clothes won't react. However, humans are sometimes more despicable than animals. Male humans seeing unclothed female humans will react differently. Moreover, revealing privacy means not only strangers can see, but also children around eleven or twelve years old who lack defense mechanisms. We must care for the next generation.

In our hometown, there's a very famous person known throughout the area simply because she's crazy and takes off her clothes anywhere and anytime.

Becoming famous by stripping or relying on sexuality is no different from being a lunatic. What's the point of such fame? Therefore, I stick to a principle: I won't resort to underhanded methods. If I'm going to be famous, I want to be known for something good, not bad, especially for women.

So, although I desperately want to be famous to the point of spitting blood, I won't rely on stripping, exposing myself, or using my looks. In that case, it seems my only path to fame would be like Sister Jiang, Liu Hulan, or Sun Ergou. But alas, fate has made me born half a century too late. Being a modern-day Sister Jiang, Liu Hulan, or Sun Ergou is harder than being a beast.

Neither can I use feminine heroism nor feminine characteristics to gain fame. What should I do? After thinking for years, I couldn't come up with a solution until Li Yuchun became famous. Then I found the answer: take the middle way, neither fully male nor fully female. Or rather, be a woman but somewhere between Sun Ergou and a woman who likes to strip, looking somewhat like a man and somewhat like a woman, then march proudly onto the stage. After setting this goal, I cut my hair short and wore shirts. Unfortunately, my chest was too plump, so no matter how I dressed, I couldn't look as handsome as Li Yuchun.

What to do? When all seems lost, a new path appears. I discovered that doing good deeds can also make one famous. So, I started doing good deeds. I was ready to help people carry children or support old ladies like Lei Feng did, but problems arose. Before I started doing good deeds, I didn't notice any issues in society. Once I began helping, problems appeared. Helping carry a child makes people fear you're a child trafficker. Supporting an elderly lady makes me afraid of encountering situations like in Nanjing. Times have changed; it's hard to do good now. Not only do I find it difficult, but those being helped also feel uncomfortable. First, I found that there are many versions of the story "The Farmer and the Snake" circulating in society. I don't know whether it's due to China's unique social environment where snakes that learn to bite after being frozen are particularly numerous, or whether individual cases have been exaggerated by the media into common occurrences. Anyway, citizens without religious beliefs, after undergoing revolution after revolution (from liberation revolution, land revolution to cultural revolution), have become fearless. Since revolutions mean risking death, they fear neither heaven nor earth but are afraid of people, especially their own kind. Thus, we see peculiar scenes like a crowd standing by when someone drowns, or people avoiding helping those in car accidents for fear of trouble. People within their circles guard against each other like wolves. It's the same outside and even inside homes (because there are many unfaithful men and women outside). Is this a world for humans? How cold it is without sunshine, warmth, or trust. So, whether I can become a celebrity or not isn't important. At least I can remain human, with a human heart instead of a wolfish or numb heart. With that, even though I haven't become famous, I still insist on doing good deeds, knowing that becoming famous this way is unlikely.

Time flies, and before I knew it, the calendar had turned to 2010. In 2010, I gained new insights about fame. On one hand, I still yearn for fame; on the other, I have developed an inexplicable fear and disgust towards fame because of Shoushou.

The internet users are really smart, giving her such an apt name. Calling her 'beast' would seem too crude and harsh, but giving her a human name would seem too lenient, as she's raping the public's eyes. While selling herself, she's also become the ultimate disgrace among women. Naming her 'Shoushou' shows our tolerance and rightfully places her in the animal category, achieving both purposes perfectly. The person who came up with this name is a genius, and I express my admiration here.

Originally, I didn't want to mention her name, as it represents filth and shame. Every time I went online, I avoided reading anything related to her. Her name is like a pile of dog poop, making people feel uncomfortable and vulgar. I thought everyone would despise such a woman who contributes ugliness to society and openly provokes the private desires of all men. But unexpectedly, she actually achieved her goal, becoming increasingly popular and obtaining what she wanted. Society really rewarded such scum with wealth. If this continues, traitors can win applause, prostitutes can attract attention, and contributing ugliness to society can bring high wealth. It's hard to ensure there won't be followers.

If Shoushou's behavior occurred in a Muslim society, she'd definitely be stoned to death. In a Christian society, millions of people would pray for God to punish her. Although Playboy models appear similar superficially, the nude Playboy bunnies still offer some aesthetic appeal. Only in China, this society with a claimed five-thousand-year cultural heritage, in this society filled with onlookers, could she become such a rare flower, blooming for so long. When a foul-smelling ugly flower blooms, is it you defiling the flower or the flower defiling you?

Before, I wanted to be famous so much that I even thought of jumping off a building if I didn't become famous. Now, every time I think of the word 'fame', I can only sigh deeply.