It’s almost like “Jesus wept,” the way the media are making another Anna Nicole’s Baby out of the preoccupations of Paris. I mean, honestly, you’d think she was being dragged off to be decapitated in the courthouse parking lot. Good theatre, no doubt. And it goes to show, no matter how much money you have, don’t bet it on the Powers doing paperwork for you.
Is there any hope out there that our entertainment – our diversions – will ever give us some relief from their unremitting pathos? Do they not realize there’s little reason for us to care more for their personal lives than they do for ours?
Let the word go forth from this time and blog: there’s a big difference between being someone I care about and merely playing one on TV.