My mailman, the Sparkletts delivery guy, our handyman ... the real workers, in other words. Not because of the service they give me. That can wait. But because of the impact of current events on their lives.
Or maybe it's because I loathe the whole celebrity worship thing so much.
Make that two of us. This wide-eyed idol worship sickens me. However, I don't think Placido Domingo fits the profile of the typical brainless "celeb"utard.