One of the 82 thousand Death Of A Princess shows I’ve watched in the last two weeks had some person–Dodi al Fayed’s masseuse, I believe–saying that if you’ve ever bought a tabloid you have Diana and Dodi’s blood on your hands.
Okaaaay.
I suppose appearing on a tabloid-like show about them doesn’t encourage ongoing fascination with celebrity in any way, does it, Ms. Holistic Touch Healer?
I don’t buy tabloids anymore. Why? Because I’m not generally interested in the people they feature. I like Poor Lindsay Lohan, and I don’t want to see her drunk. Beyond that, I’m still not clear on who’s who among the tabloid fodder set. If there were a “match this name with that picture” I’d probably score an 11%. I know the words “Beyonce” and “Fergie” and “Justin”, but I have no idea which of the various heroin-chic shiny people go with which moniker.
I do have people that I really like, whose work I really enjoy, and whose careers I’ve followed, though. Funnily enough, they don’t seem to draw a lot of press usually. Except for this week. I have to say I do feel a little bit sorry for Liev Schreiber and Naomi Watts. All they want is some dinner with their kid, and they’ve got these monstrous folks chasing them with cameras. (Dudes, that second link is VIDEO.)
Then again, they were taking a 3-week old baby into a restaurant. And that’s a whole other kind of annoying.
Eeek, I took a 3 DAY old baby into a restaurant. Beat me like I’m Satan’s, um, you know what.
If you had sat next to me with that baby and it had cried all through the meal I had saved up for three weeks to enjoy…
Yep. There’d be some SOFP smacking done.
Oh, well, three day old babies are generally a lot quieter than 3 week old babies. And I have the great shut-uppers with me at all times. Would breastfeeding in the restaurant have offended you?
Would breastfeeding in the restaurant have offended you?
As long as they didn’t try to use one of my breasts, I’m cool with it.