|yeah. my hair was not curly and my nose was a little smaller, |
but otherwise—C and i had the exact same look at that age.
i have to be brief, but: i've been thinking lately that if celebrity journalism went away completely, say, tomorrow, the world would probably be a better place.
do we really need to hear another Mel Gibson rant? do we really care what Lindsay Lohan is eating in prison? couldn't those brain cells be used to store more useful information?
and, come on—yes, Chelsea Clinton has been a relatively public figure since the early 1990s, but she's never been involved in any scandals, hasn't taken a reporting gig for the Today show, hasn't written her 'memoirs' or posed for Playboy or done anything other than go to college, start a career and get engaged. the hoopla surrounding her wedding—and the secrecy of it—is making me shake my head. can't the poor girl get married in peace? lots of people have $2 million weddings every year, i am sure. (my father would probably contend that i did—or at least that it felt that way!) considering all the hell the press gave Chelsea back when she was an awkward teenager (kindred spirits, we were! only children, braces, no discernable style, etc.) i think they should just let the gal get married and move on with their lives.
side note: this morning Michael and i were in the car on the way to work and remarking at the lack of traffic on 57th Street. i mentioned that two nights ago, the same area was a nightmare because Obama was in town. "and he's not even going to Chelsea's wedding," i said. Michael said, "no? why not?" i said, "he wasn't invited! jeez, even we invited Obama to our wedding." (we did, just for fun.) and Michael said, "well, that's probably the real reason he's not going—if he didn't go to ours, it wouldn't be right for him to go to Chelsea's."
anyway, i'm just really over the celeb frenzy in general. i miss the days when US was a boring magazine about movies and TMZ was not yet a glimmer in its creator's eye. i know people are scoffing: it's all in fun and it's just a break from reality. but people—that's what trashy novels and TV sitcoms are for, no? let's let actors and singers and former presidents' daughters fade just a little bit more into the background, eh?
i can't imagine anyone out there needs a break from real life in the form of listening to another angry rant by Braveheart. if you do, you may be in far bigger trouble than Mel...