You're Not Alone
The thing that really cracks me up about all of this though, is the fact that the general LDS population eats this stuff up like it's jello & carrot salad. They love it! I worked at Deseret Book for a dark period of time in my life. I was APPAULED at the eagerness with which the new Anita Stansfield novel was purchased. THERE WAS A LINE! A LINE! For a cheesy LDS romance novel that allowed bored housewives and lonely teens and young adults to fantasize about the "perfect" LDS guy who would come and rescue them from their mundane existence. It actually PAINED me to sell these books. I don't think anything good can come from them. I don't believe that they help build faith in the Savior or His gospel. They are FAR too cheesy to accomplish anything worth while.
The cheese factor of LDS art reminds me of a rather painful dating experience one of my roommates had. Michael McLean came to our area to perform "The Forgotten Carols" one year, and my roommate was asked by a fella in our ward if she would like to attend with him. She is a nice girl, and agreed to go. Brother McLean preformed his forgotten carols (someone should REALLY talk to him about singing in public) while this young man attempted fruitlessly to put the moves on my roommate. He attempted the yawn and stretch to get his arm around her, made it PAINFULLY obvious he wanted to hold her hand by putting his and palm up on his knee and then opening and closing it repeatedly, and so forth and so on. With her immense grace my roommate was able to deflect these attempts and physical contact. Then Brother McLean did the UNTHINKABLE! He asked the faithful members that had assembled to sing along with him as he pounded out "Together Forever" (his "hit" I would have to say). He asked the audience to hold hands - the very thing my poor roommate was attempting to avoid with the frightening and over bearing young man who had brought her to be filled with the Christmas spirit. Instead, she became filled with fear and a sense of loathing for McLean and his forced hand holding. McLean then told the audience that if they were with that someone special, or someone they WANTED to be special to them, they should sing their hearts out. The young man now holding my poor roommates hand in his sweaty trembling one began YELLING the words of the song at the top of his lungs while looking DIRECTLY at my roommate. My roommate could do nothing but stare straight ahead and pray with all of her might that it would be over soon. McLean led the assembled masses in several refrains of the song. It was a painful experience for my poor roommate. She still, almost 2 years later, has no love in her heart for Michael McLean. She is the kindest person I know, but she will curse McLean until her dieing day for his forceful hand holding and cheesy behavior.
Despite the fact I haven't had such a horrifying experience due to a Mormon Celeb, I do have to say that I don't have much love for the scads of marginally talented people the LDS population has put on a pedestal because they don't cuss and veil their illusions to anything sexual. Frankly, I expect more from an artist. I expect a writer to write well, a song writer to evoke something, a painter to be a bit more realistic in their portrayal of things. But that's just me.