Heroes are meant to be imitated. Nicole Richie's admirers look like chopsticks with hair, while David Beckham's fans strut around in cleats looking for the perfect plastic lady to bear the children they will then name after the places in which they were conceived (in these parts: Cowgirl's Inc., Lynnwood, Peso's, etc.). As a kid, I went through a brief phase of trying to be Hello Kitty. I tried to sculpt my hair into strange, high pigtails and copped a blank stare, arms hanging at sides, head always turned to the side. My classmates found it creepy, so I dropped...
