I suspect almost everybody has wanted to be famous at some point in their lives.
It’s got a nice ring to it. To be recognized – and potentially filthy rich.
I wanted to be a famous actor, writer, comedian, singer, composer, archeologist…
That’s a bummer.
However, after spending far more time surfing on the internet than I care to admit, I’ve sort of gotten off the fame-need. At least to a certain degree.
I’m quite impressed by the celebrities chatting away with their fans, on forums, twitter, facebook…
You put yourself in front of the firing squad!
I’ve already ranted about idiots harassing Cher about Chaz, and sadly, I don’t have to dig deep to find more examples of people way out of line. For instance, you don’t ask women you don’t know if they’re pregnant, or are planning to be. You don’t ask strangers to leave their husband/wife to marry you (without regarding if they actually swing your way!). I’m shocked.
Imagine having more than half a million followers! That’s a lot of people.
And I start to wonder what happened when “daily visits” are more than three…