Well, about as philosophical as this blog is going to get anyway.
My sister and I were sitting together on the couch today watching reality TV and reading gossip magazines (what better way to spend a Sunday I ask??), and she mused "I'm glad I'm not a celebrity, imagine if every bad embarrassing drunken moment you had was shown to everyone you know?"
Now. Obviously I have had this thought before. I couldn't possibly live the obsessive life I live and put together this kind of blog without thinking these thoughts. But today it resonated particularly strongly with me.
"Yes," I replied, "Imagine. If I was a celebrity all the papers and websites today would be reporting on the fact that I walked around a bar last night carrying a My Little Pony, making it trot up and down random strangers' bodies, forcing the barman to acknowledge My Little Pony before I ordered my drink and occasionally putting it between my breasts...if I read that about Britney I would be writing about it on my blog and saying she needs to be locked up."
After her laughted subsided (and I swear to you that account is no exaggeration of last night's behaviour), she sighed in agreement.
I wondered if maybe I should have a slightly increased level of sympathy in my judgement of celebs.
For a second.
Then I thought - NAH! Happy Sunday peeps! Hope your hangovers aren't treating you too badly. its judgement time! x
