The Abuse of Our Language, Part 9,647,342, by Sterling Lambert: The Over-Broad Misapplication of the Noun ‘Rockstar.’
Hitherto, the noun ‘rockstar’ denoted a very specific thing. By applying this noun to more-and-more other things not previously captured by its traditional meaning, we are castrating (or vaginally mutilating — your author does not need masculine metaphors all the time, folks) it and sucking (or licking) all the meaning from it, so it becomes a neutered, cream-of-meaningless-wheat, like its many cousins before it. Words that also once had meaning, and which are now single-ply toilet paper: see, e.g., ‘genius,’; ‘special,’; ‘unique,’; ‘brilliant’; etc.
A ‘rockstar’ is, specifically, a primate who stands above other primates, by way of a raised platform and by the patronage (matronage?) of the lower-standing, non-’rockstar’ primates’ pocket-books, who, through the use of specialized devices, emits electrified noise frequencies approximating the general popular taste-range of the time.
A ‘rockstar’ is not, for example, a corporate tax attorney, no matter how efficient the corporate tax attorney is at finding loopholes to enrich the investors of the fictional legal entity to which he or she is a fiduciary. And there are some very efficient tax attorneys. For example, the corporation that built the iPhone you are now using to view these words paid zero taxes on $74,000,000,000 in income. Thanks corporate tax attorney!
But this does not make our corporate tax attorney a ‘rockstar.’ Instead, a ‘corporate tax attorney’ is a primate who sits behind a desk under white fluorescent light, incessantly, unstirringly, and quietly staring at papers and digital files bearing the familiar numbers that the ancient Indian and Arab cultures created for the rest of us oh-so-long-ago.
A ‘rockstar’ is ‘rockstar.’ Everything else is everything else.