Yesterday, after I pulled onto the street where I work, I drove past what I thought might be either a gaggle of paparazzi or a group of... I don't know. I guess I thought they could have been students. They didn't LOOK like professional photographers, though they were sporting some heavy duty cameras.
Turns out like they WERE paparazzi, waiting for none other than Mary Kate Olsen, as reported by TMZ.com.
Those are the parking meters outside my building. I've spent over $40 in those meters since that freaking Valet jacked up my car. Which seems to be the thing to do these days.
I don't know what I would do if I were a young billionairess and a gaggle of scraggly paparazzi followed me everywhere. I suppose I would just hire somebody to kill them, but even more would swarm to the scene in that scenario, I'm sure.
Those men are such a strange breed. They're not cute. When they group together, they resemble all the various breeds of loser typically found in grades 9-12.
I'm not sad that people like Lindsay Lohan and Keanu Reeves are running them over on a daily basis. I AM sad that I am, regrettably, a member of their target audience. I skim the gossip sites several times a day. I've bought People and US Weekly and In Touch (only $1.99!!).
I kind of see it as an escape, but in reality, it's actually someone's life. It's easy to forget that. The people in the tabloids are real people. They have feelings and children and parents who, presumably, know how to read. And their lives are constantly photographed and criticized.
SUCKS TO BE THEM.
Seriously, if I can figure out how to be an idiot in private, I don't know why they can't!
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In another day and time, paparazzi would have incensed the citizenry enough to rise up and put Paris Hilton's head on a spike. But then, this is the country that votes more for American Idol than for federal elections.
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