| "Some Cynical Guy" No. 30: March 11, 2001 Did
You Make The Forbes Celebrity 100 List?
The good capitalists at Forbes magazine have amused and edified us by
publishing annual lists of the richest Americans and most valuable
corporations. One of their more recent additions to the mix is the Forbes
Celebrity 100: the entertainers, sportspersons, authors and other public
personalities with the most clout -- however one measures something as
nebulous as clout.
The Forbes Celebrity 100 isn't simply a running roster of glitterati earning
power, though money figures heavily into the formula. The folks at Forbes also
take into account the number of magazine covers, TV and radio mentions, web
hits and press clippings. Did some poor editorial assistant actually have to
count all the media references to Tiger Woods (#2 on the list) over the course
of a year? If so, I wonder if that poor assistant was also tempted to compare
their annual incomes. I know that's what I'd do if I had to count a year's
worth of references to Tiger Woods. I'd wonder how many centuries I'd have to
work if I wanted to net Tiger's single-year earnings of $53.0 million. If I
were a poor editorial assistant earning, say, $20,000, and I did a little
calculating, I could easily conclude that I'd have to labor at my magazine for
2,650 years. One year of work for Tiger, 26 ½ centuries for me. Seems fair
enough. Tiger had a pretty good year, after all.
I was disappointed to discover that, once again, I didn't make the cut. My
media clout is nowhere as impressive as that of Stephen King (#13 on the list)
or Jay Leno (#41) or even Gisele Bundchen (#84). Gisele Bundchen? This is no
joke: she's definitely #84. The fact is I've never HEARD of Gisele Bundchen,
have you? Maybe she delivers the nightly network news in Berlin or Dusseldorf.
Come to think of it, I've never heard of Todd English (#98), either -- and
somehow he made the list.
Granted, I'm not the hippest cynic on the block, since I live in a state of
willful ignorance when it comes to contemporary pop culture. I'm a classicist;
I prefer names like Juvenal, Jonathan Swift and G. K. Chesterton. But despite
my contemporary-unfriendly mentality, most of the names on the Forbes list
have bombarded me at one time or another. I can't help having heard of Britney
Spears (#4) or Jennifer Lopez (#34). A few of the names, like Kobe Bryant
(#25) and Oscar de la Hoya (#50), ring a distant mental bell, but I couldn't
tell you if they're basketball players or Fuller-Brush men. Some of them, like
Michael Schumacher (#15), astounded me by their prominence. How can someone
I've NEVER HEARD OF possibly rank FIFTEENTH among all the shining lights in
CelebrityWorld? Not only did he top such universally recognized megastars as
Julia Roberts, Eddie Murphy and David Letterman in terms of clout... the guy
actually raked in more loot than any of them. In fact, Mr. Schumacher ranked
sixth among all celebrities in yearly earnings, with an insane $59.0 million.
What did the man do to merit such astronomical celebrity status and earning
power? Turns out he drives cars for a living.
I was happy to see amiable geezer Regis Philbin soar to #22 on the Forbes
list. I was equally surprised that Rush Limbaugh and Howard Stern were still
hanging in there at #28 and #31 respectively. Both of them peaked before the
mid-nineties -- half an eon ago in pop culture -- yet their yearly earnings
still loom in the enviable $30 million range, nearly twice the pulling power
of Tonight Show trouper Jay Leno. I practically spewed when I saw that
Siegfried and Roy, the twin Liberaces of the animal-training world, netted a
ferocious $50 million between them, enough to place ninth on the celebrity
earnings list. (We are what we pay to see, my fellow Americans.) Glib
illusionist and erstwhile Claudia Schiffer fiancé
David Copperfield managed even better, if you can believe it: his act grabbed
$60 million in greenbacks last year, good enough for fifth on the money list.
Claudia, meanwhile, trailed him at 77th, with 'only' $9 million in earnings.
And you have to admit she looks even prettier on a runway. How did Copperfield
pull $60 million out of his hat in a single year? Maybe he's a better magician
than we give him credit for.
If David Copperfield could rank fifth in earning power, who (you're doubtless
wondering by now) rounded out the top five in that department? Let me reveal
their names -- and if the sight of obscene earnings makes you queasy, just
avert your eyes for a few moments. Fourth on the money list was soulful
smirker Bruce Willis, with $70 million in fees and box office receipts. The
Beatles, bless their aging moptops, managed to finish third in both clout AND
money (with $70 million) -- a full thirty years after their breakup.
(Old-timers like me had to replace their scratchy Sergeant Pepper's LPs with
CDs somewhere along the way.) Second in the money department (but surprisingly
just ninth in overall clout, lagging behind the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync)
was daytime TV empress and all-around media moguless Oprah Winfrey, with an
annual take of $150 million. That's the equivalent of roughly 7,500 editorial
assistants' salaries (at $20,000 a year), in case you were still thinking
about the math.
So who ranked as the #1 moneymaker in the Forbes Celebrity 100? Could it have
been Madonna? Jim Carrey? Tom Hanks? Not Adam Sandler or Michael Jackson, was
it? No, in fact none of the above even made it to the top 100, which makes me
suspect that something went seriously amiss when the Forbes folks compiled the
roster. How could Madonna or Jim Carrey possibly rank below John Madden (#75),
Juwan Howard (Juwan WHO?) (#76), merry survivor Richard Hatch (#77) or, for
cryin' out loud, Maya Angelou (#88)? Even the 'Whassup' guys finished in the
top 100. Is there something wrong with this picture? I suspect there is, but
let me wrap up the gospel according to Forbes: the number one money champion
in all of CelebrityWorld was... drumroll please... GEORGE LUCAS. His take:
$250 million, which makes a pretty tall stack of pennies. All I can say is
that the godfather of Star Wars must have moved an awful lot of Jar-Jar
merchandise last year.
But Lucas ranked just twelfth in terms of overall clout. So who was Number
One, you ask? Who's the most potent celebrity of them all? I'd like to tell
you it wasn't Tom Cruise, but I'd be lying. Yes, the title goes to the
silky-smooth Scientologist who still looks as callow as the suburban teenage
pimp he played in 'Risky Business' all those years ago. He reigns supreme as
the heir to Clark Gable and John Wayne. (But can anyone do an impression of
Tom Cruise?) If it's any consolation, Cruise ranked 13th in earning power,
with a measly $43.2 million to show for all of last year. I'd only have to
write 3.6 million columns to catch up with him.
Cynic's Pick of the Week
The animal rights activist group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA)
asked the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh to remove leather couches from its
lobby. In a rare display of common sense for an art museum, the director
refused the request as 'ridiculous.' It's time the folks from PETA got used to
leather and saved their wrath for guys who like to have their pictures taken
with dead bears.
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69 -- Spring Reflections
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66 -- The Sniffling Snout
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63 -- Is the U.S. Really the Greatest?
62 -- The Holes in Our Armor
61 -- A Breath of Used Air
60 -- The Cynical Guy Has Sex
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57 -- The Friendly Face of Evil
56 -- Why We Live Where We Live
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53 -- My Night as a Socialite
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51 -- Invaders of the Honeysuckle
50 -- To Be a Cat
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48 -- The Vanishing Nerd
47 -- Anger Management for Cynics
46 -- Let's Level the Playing Field for Disadvantaged WASPs
45 -- First Impressions, Lasting Impressions
44 -- Close Encounter with a Go-Getter
43 -- Cheering for a Perennial Loser
42 -- The Cynical Guy Reads the Tabloids
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39 -- The Decline of Punctuation and Civilization
38 -- Oh Baby, What a Nightmare!
37 -- The Cynical Guy Watches 'Xena: Warrior Princess'
36 -- A Night-Stroll into the Void
35 -- In Search of the Elusive Wild Tomato
34 -- Getting in Touch with Your Inner S.O.B.
33 -- The Lure of the Lurid
32 -- Black Tie and Beard Stubble
31 -- In Heaven There Is No Pez
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28 -- On Listening to Dead Voices
27 -- Selling Your Soul on eBay
26 -- Sympathy for Colonel Klink
25 -- Democratic Celebrities in Exile
24 -- High School Revisited
23 -- A Farewell to Bachelorhood
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21 -- Is There a Gene for Tackiness?
20 -- How the Beautiful People Entertain Themselves
19 -- The Cynical Guy Gets Behind the Wheel
18 -- The Fickle Finger of Fame
17 -- Adventures in Bodybuilding
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15 -- The Cynical Guy Watches Oprah
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Profile of a Cynic...
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Rick Bayan was born and raised in New Brunswick, New Jersey, where he enjoyed an idyllic suburban childhoodthe perfect background for a lifetime of cynical disillusionment. He has held a number of typical jobs for an idealistic liberal arts graduate, including assistant editor of Rubber Age and managing editor of Container News. At Time-Life Books he was assigned to write about plumbing fixtures. His work as copy chief for Day-Timers, Inc.,
won six advertising awards, none of which dampened his cheerfully morose view of business and life. He has written three books, including
Words That Sell and The Cynic's Dictionary, and tons of junk mail.
Bayan, who claims to be a "kinder, gentler cynic," currently lives in Allentown, Pennsylvania. His
weekly column, "Some Cynical Guy," is published and syndicated by Upbeat
Online.
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