The human celebrity is a creature that is much sought-after indeed. For whatever reason, these celebrity people have given up any chance of privacy or normal living so that they can be recognized wherever they go, mobbed by crowds of frightening strangers, followed by photographers, ambushed by undercover police, and hunted by stalkers. I suppose they enjoy all of that attention, and of course also the bazillions of dollars that are delivered to them with wheelbarrows and shovels onto their front steps. Yes, fame and wealth are pretty swell, or so I am told. And it would be all peaches and sunshine and roses if these famous people could get attention, and cash dollars, and houses that cost bajillions of money, and could only be seen in clubs and restaurants and gated communities where other pretty people with equal levels of all of these things could see each other and they’d never ever be bothered by gross icky poor people like the rest of us.
However, this is simply not the case.