Touched by an Angelina (Jolie)

this post is brilliant! especially the part where you say: "But first, we'd have to stop worshipping them."

"this post is brilliant! especially the part where you say: "But first, we'd have to stop worshipping them."

This is obviously an issue of some monotheists scorning the very sort of behavior they otherwise insist they're all about in TV ads, needing someone to be the 'idols' they 'don't worship.'

A lot.

Not worshipping at whatever altar that is... A lot.

Daily, in fact.

With a lot of words.

Why, how dare that couple go to such trouble to deny Entertainment Tonight the right to intrude on their lives constantly so they can call it some kind of 'librul grandstanding' when they don't appear on Oprah for doing what various dubiously-credentialled Christian organizations advertise for us to send them to do impersonally and by proxy if at all ever night....!

Gods, what's the world coming to?

Seriously, I'm sure you Christians would be pleased as punch if they scrumped like puppies day in day out and only used their considerable wealth to raise 'naturally' bred white babies, but...

Give us a break.

What is *wrong* with you people?

*general incoherent blather.*

OK. Christians. You basically give me crap on a daily basis ....for a) Being poor and b) Not having sex with some guy a lot despite the fact that all that equipment is actually not-present in this particular body.... thanks to other circumstances we needn't get into...

Now you have a problem with... Very rich people... Demonstrably-breeders... Each with more money in their own right than any of us would know what to do with.... Adopting babies from desperate circumstances....

"Flabbergasted" is just one of these emotions that I don't think anyone takes the time to really *feel.*

I hear this, I want to go to the flabbergastion, and flabergastiate, till the gastritic distress of whatever in the human body flabbers passes from me.

Is there a problem anyone can articulate here, or is this just particularly jealous and stupid? .

I mean, this is the *dumbest* thing I've heard from 'pro-lifers' in almost twenty minutes. The 'Octomom' is praised for, despite having six kids already she couldn't support, paying a fertility clinic to knock her up with eight more at once.

What?

I mean, they have actually spawned on their own, ....anyone wants to go to Holly wood to be any kind of combination of Achilles and Lara Croft... well, there's other options, I figure. :)

Personally, the last thing I ever want to see in my neighborhood is a movie star. Not in Brooklyn, and where they, too, now live, nor in Manhattan, which is overrun with them.

They drive up the real estate prices, which are already inflated, make living more expensive all the way around.

Worst of all is when they shoot movies around here. Almost makes me want to scream. And I'm not alone. The "stars" where I live don't bother anyone and no one bothers with them.

Film-shooting is another matter entirely. They take up blocks making it difficult, if not impossible to get to the subway. Streets have to be closed off, which makes parking a deeper hell than it normally is.

So far, we haven't gotten them to stop closing off the streets, but enough people, including yours truly walked right by cameras, for word to get around. For the last few years, they've come to understand that people need to walk on sidewalks.

I mean, that's just how it is. Need to walk on sidewalks and get to work.

Celebrity worship is repugnant to me. As for Brad and Angelina, they're very nice to look at, and both, I think, act well. I appreciated their philanthropy.

NOW, can I please be left alone? Is there a reason why these two, among several others, are a topic on the evening "news," so to speak?

I'm not an Oyster Bay type. Living there would make me crazy, even if they deigned to let a brown person in. And, anyway, I could never afford it.

Still, I empathize with the writer. Were I she, I'd go mad. Surely.

Btw., nowadays everybody glows. Oyster Bayans need to get good moisturizers. Personally, the glowing thing distracts me, but it's hard to get away from since I've got dry skin.

If you don't and want to glow, get a moisturizer without an oil base. Glowing is the big thing. Kids glow. Twenty-somethings glow. Girls, boys, men, women. Tom Hanks glows.

It doesn't cost much, you don't have to be beautiful, earn tens of millions, be available for photo-ops. You can, of course, if you can.

Enuf. Really. Celebrities in place of heros. Icons. Yuck.

Go moisturize, young man, moisturize. (No need to go west.)