Call me crazy, but I’m tired of celebrities. I’m tired of hearing about them on paparazzi shows. Sick of seeing them on the morning “news” programs. Don’t care about how much some magazine paid for pictures of their newborns. Don’t want them telling me I should donate to their favorite cause. Not gonna go out and buy Oprah’s favorite things. Ain’t gonna watch them on vapid reality shows. Don’t want no more shows where celebrities give out awards to fellow celebrities while other celebrities sing or dance or thank their dogs. And I’m definitely tired of hearing about their multi-million dollar book deals.
And yet, even in these hard economic times, the publishers keep paying them outlandish bucks for their life stories, advice, tattle-telling, recipes, beauty tips, tales of plastic surgery gone wrong, books. And since publishers keep doing that, it must mean that the books are selling as fast as a Wal-Mart shopper the day before Christmas (that woman with the wild hair and slippers would be me, in a panic).
So I must be the only person left on the planet not buying celebrity books. Right?
I thought so. Until I read Jason Pinter’s post yesterday. Hallelujah! I’m not the only one tired of celebrities.
Are there any more of us out there?
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