I’m not a softy for celebrities. I’m getting sick of hearing about them, and I think it’s embarassing that their escapades are sometimes featured on the news. I think it’s interesting that there is such a fascination with celebrity, and I can understand that people tend to live vicariously through the different stars that they idolize.
What is tragic though, is the lengths that photographers will go to to get stories about these people. They basically can’t have a private life, because as soon as they step out of their home, they’re being chased by a bunch of rogue journalists. God was wise not to grant me celebrity status, because I can pretty much guarantee that if I and my family were hounded by camera happy idiots day after day, there would be a few cameras shoved where the sun don’t shine (I’m sure they have invented flashes powerful enough to still develop those photos).
I actually had a vivid dream two nights ago, that I was with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie developing a plan to help them spend some quality family time together at a park. My idea was to hide a ‘pinch’ like the one used in Oceans 11 inside of a fake camera, and set off a electromagnetic pulse to wreck all of the paparazzi’s cameras. That would be sweet. Of course then I wouldn’t be able to see any of those close ups of so and so’s remaining baby fat, boob implant scars, or chocolate bar eating habit – WHO CARES!?!
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