(57) Celebrity craze is weird to me. This may seem odd coming from an avowed media bug, but I don't go crazy over celebrities that same way others do.Case in point: Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd, and Jack Nicholson are all in town filming a movie. DC came out in droves to celebrity watch. My wife forced me to walk home that route so she could see if she could get a glimpse of Reese Witherspoon. I dragged my feet and acquiesced. Along the way a woman claiming to be in the movie asked me to carry some of her stuff to the set. Mimi talked her up, played nice, etc.. I didn't talk because I don't believe she was in the movie. I think she was lazy. The people on set seemed to recognize her, but that doesn't mean much. She said she'd tell Jack Nicholson how helpful we were. I was like "uh...thanks." I've waited all my life for Jack Torrence to be thankful for my work. (Name dropping seems to indicate she's not a big deal)
That said, there are people I would fawn over if given the chance, but they're not exactly "celebrities." They don't appear in the tabloids. They're writers. I would totally get an autograph from Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cruse, Stephen King, and David James Duncan. But I can't really think of anyone else.
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I was an extra in that new reese movie! And my sister and I discovered a new disgust for the obsession people have with celebrities .. oohing and ahhing and obsessing all day while we were on the set.
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