Would you want to be a celebrity?

Feeling bored & flipping thru the channels this afternoon I paused a while on one channel, E!. I still can’t believe what I did – actually spend one minute of my life watching how other people talk about other people. Blegh.

And spending a few more minutes after that wondering why people even bother being “kaypoh” about what so-and-so wears on a dinner date. I mean who cares right?

What’s more interesting to me is how it works as a money spinner. I mean look at the sheer size of gossip media and the $$$ that must be behind it. All by revealing what so-and-so wore on a date, what she ate and where she pooed. Ai caramba! So easy to make money!

But seriously, if I bumped into Tom Cruise at the supermarket would I want to shake his hand? Yes I would, but only for his role in Minority Report, one of my fave movies. I wouldn’t care who his latest beau is or where he had his supper. Which does make me wonder, why do the other thousands of people care?

Is it because these celebs and divas are living lives they wish they had? Of people going, “Ooo I wish I had what she’s wearing. Ooo I wish I’m getting all that attention.”

I think everybody knows the surrealness of life in tinseltown. I’ve spent enuf summers with my cousins in Westwood (the other end of Hollywood Blvd) to basically not bother anymore. We do hear about the usual Hollywood marriages and divorces, family breakups, vicious catfights and dirty laundry washed by the roadside. Why anyone would want a life like that is just beyond me.

So would you want to be a celebrity? Are you sure? (Remember what Shrek’s donkey said about celebrity marriages – they never last. )