The Healing Power of Shitheads

I'm constantly amazed at how famous people get away with shit that the rest of us can't. Naomi Campbell, in a fit of decadence and general brattiness threw her phone (not the first such incident) at her maid in a fit of rage. Now, after getting caught and dragged to court, she regrets it. Boo Fucking Hoo

She regrets it because she got caught. I like how she's using crystals to heal her anger. How about losing the sense of inflated self importance and that the world is there to kiss your ass? That might help more than crystals.

The Today Show did an interesting piece today on Fame. Apparently high school kids would rather be famous than smarter. I say we take all these fame whores, ship them to an island and do away with the cult of being famous for fame's sake. I would find that VERY healing.

I do, however, believe that all Gary Glitter stories are really a public service. That guy is creepier than Clay Aiken.

A Note on Fame

So, I'm in the security line at RDU this morning and who do I see behind me but Clay Aiken? I know, famous people have to fly like the rest of us, but he's enjoying being famous a little too much. He's got this huge shit eating grin on his face the entire time. None of this bothers me until he barges into the Admiral's Club and then locks himself in the conference room. Apparently I'm sitting next to a shared wall and I just hear him coughing and making goofy noises back there. He sure is a goofy son of a bitch.

The thing I don't get is, why is he still famous? He can't sing, he's just goofy looking (I think he was attached by a blind barber), and he really hasn't done anything worthy of continued fame. He's part of a generation where being famous is good enough to be famous. I swear, he's more frightening looking than Gary Glitter.

Now, I was on a flight one time when Penny Marshall got kicked out of first class to the back of the plane. It was just her and her romance novel. She wasn't happy, but I have to respect Laverne for not having an posse or trying to draw any attention to herself.

Man I hate Gen Y sometimes...

Lock up the Kids, Gary's Getting Out!!

So, the next time you're at a sporting event and here that song with the hard guitar that goes NAH Nah Nah Nah "HEY!" Nah nah nah nah, chew on this...

He Looks Like a Child Molester


He's getting out soon! Kids, there is a Boogie Man, and this is what he looks like.