That's a picture from today of part of an online article from this year.
Every year, I am more grateful that I am not like women like this. I know that they like to think to themselves, and to make other people think, that I'm a sad, famous wannabe who will only ever be famous for naked videos to which I never consented.
I didn't want to be famous at all; not by the time that I was in my late twenties. I had gotten over the insecure, pathetic obsession that is understandable when naive teenagers have it and truly sad when adults have it. The last thing that I would ever want is to be like these women.
Their lives are so truncated by their superficial way of thinking about the world that I don't even know if they can understand what I'm talking about. I don't think of them as part of an "In" crowd. I think of them as part of a vapid, deplorable gang of destructive, self-obsessed, vicious, stupid people.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, September 29, 2015 @ 4:38 p.m.
