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~Sunday~  I am enjoying the massa I received at Thanksgiving from my parents (as a belated birthday present) and I only have a couple left so you can expect only two more reports about it as a breakfast roll. Today, I skipped the egg (since I had three of them in that breakfast combo I had at IHOP at 2:00 in the morning), and had sausage with a slice of American cheese melted on it. Delicious.

As predicted yesterday, my abs are sore today from the absence of doing ab work and getting back to it yesterday.

I'm going to get on a little bit of a soapbox here about famous people and privacy. It is amazing to me that people who become mega famous continue to not only expect privacy, but espouse how they "deserve" it. Folks, this is the reality of it. Losing your privacy is one of the trade-offs that comes with becoming famous. It's that simple.

Tiger Woods has yet to talk to the authorities about what happened, but today issued a statement that ended with this: "But, I would also ask for some understanding that my family and I deserve some privacy no matter how intrusive some people can be."

Uh, no, you don't deserve it. You are being paid well for your loss of privacy. It isn't fair you say? I noted in an entry in the recent past that Chief Justice Roberts makes around $225,000 a year making complex, daunting judicial decisions that affect our freedom and our future, while Judge Judy makes $24 million dollars a year. Fair? No. Reality? Yes. Quit whining and deal with it!

Here it is pictorially for all future famous people who learn better visually—this is the trade-off you are signing up for. If you're going to get all self-righteous about it later, then just don't sign the contract that's going to earn you a gazillion dollars. Get self-righteous about it while you're poor.

Let me step down off this thing now...

I made a pit stop at K-Mart on the way to the gym, where I picked up some Nyquil and some cough drops.

I did thirty minutes of cardio on the treadmill in the "Endurance Training" range (in terms of incline and speed), and I listened to a podcast of Fresh AirTerry Gross interviewing Judd ApatowOn the Alchemy of 'Funny People.'

Some time in the last day or two I mentioned Terry Gross to someone and they said, "She's a Lesbian, right?" I hadn't thought so, but she does interview a lot of gay people and she's very open-minded without a doubt. Funny, the biography part of her Wikipedia entry talks about her often being mistaken for a Lesbian. But I digress...

Back to the gym—30 minutes on the treadmill for a 325-calorie burn.

On the way home, I both laughed out loud and was sad inside within minutes of each other.

  • Happiness: Just before turning into my townhouse area, I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car that said, "I miss Pluto," which just tickled me.

  • Sadness: When I parked in front of my townhouse, in a window of my ex-neighbor's townhouse to the right of mine, I saw a "For Sale" sign. While I knew it was coming eventually (she got married and moved in with her husband in May), the sign makes it real and marks the "end of an era." She was a fun neighbor, and really, the only one I'm friends with.

I cooked a most delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner tonight, with some garlic bread on the side. Yum!

Robert and I finished another online game of Scrabble this evening, after which I made some chicken salad for sandwiches this coming week. The ingredients, several of which required slicing, dicing, and food processing included: ground boiled chicken breast meat; diced celery, green pepper, and onions; sliced Gherkin pickles; raisins; crushed pineapple; mustard, mayonnaise, and Teriyaki marinade.

I started way too late, and spent about three hours finishing up the judging of the four STC Competition entries that I had a commitment to get to Anna, our team leader, by tomorrow. It feels good to be done with that, and I feel like I made a decent contribution.


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Nov. 30th, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure I agree with you whole-heartedly about privacy and celebrities. Maybe it's because I'm near Orlando right now, but the news has been CRAZY about the Tiger incident. They had a lawyer on last night explaining that Tiger Woods has NO obligation to speak with FHP, since there was no vehicle involved in the accident, and that he has provided all that is required of anyone; yet, because he is a celebrity, the media and the public feel that they have the right to more information than is required.

I think celebrities, especially those that are famous for their talents, vice those like Paris Hilton who are famous for being famous, do deserve their privacy. When they seek out publicity for its own sake, then I think they relinquish some of their privacy, but when we put them on a pedestal because of a skill in music or sports, I don't think we have the right to scrutinize all their private lives. Maybe then we wouldn't hold them up as role models and be disappointed when they turn out to be averagely moral humans.

But then, maybe I've just got Tiger fatigue from the incessant news coverage of a guy hitting a fire hydrant in his yard. Though the idea of his wife taking a golf club to the car to free him is something I'd LOVE to see on a security camera, not for it being Tiger's wife, just to see if she was swinging out of anger or rescue. :)

Nov. 30th, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Privacy

Hi Rusty! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. My initial reaction to your comments was: Weren't you somewhere the last time I commented about something going on in the news, too? Colorado, maybe? Or Utah? I think news just happens around you! :-)

I know we're just going to have to agree to disagree on this one, because I'm not sure the public feels they have the "right to know." I would say they want to know, because by the choice the famous person made to pursue fame they've become a person of interest. That's part of the deal, and it's not like these people don't know that's how it is going to be while they're pursuing fame. It's not like you can say, "I only want to have the 'good' things associated with fame, but not the unpleasant things." As I said, it's a trade-off.

This continuous fight against the inevitable reminds me of a talk I heard earlier in the year by Andrei Codrescu, who in addition to being a guest author/speaker on NPR is also an architect. He talked about his counter-intuitive idea that we ought to accept the fact that New Orleans is below sea-level and we should re-architect the entire city as canals (a la Venice); that is, embrace its reality instead of fighting against it by continuously building and rebuilding levees, dams, raised-foundation buildings and so on.

Our bottom line difference in the way we see it, from what I'm hearing, is that you believe you can have a private life and be famous. I think they're mutually exclusive—for the most part.

I'm also one of those people that don't believe you can separate your "business life" from your "private life"; that is, when gay people say they're not out at work because they like to keep their business life separate from their private life, I don't buy it. When you go to work in the morning, I would argue that you can't leave your private life out in the parking lot in the car, and pick it up again after work. Well, you can't and be your authentic self, at least. But I digress...

In this case, I would have liked to have seen Tiger accept that yes, it's a pain, but because he's famous the price he has to pay in incidents like this is that he has to get a lawyer to say exactly what the lawyer said—that he's provided what he had to by the law, and he's not going to comment any further on it. And, yes, I would expect him to do that without whining about poor pitiful him, look what he has to go through.

I do appreciate you sharing your perspective; a difference in opinion is what makes the world go 'round! Most of all I thank you for reading and commenting!

Edited at 2009-11-30 04:14 pm (UTC)
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