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One way to escape

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I'm not sure I've ever admitted to my readers that one of my guilty pleasures in life is subscribing to "People" magazine. It's definitely a light read and a way for me to give my brain a little rest.

For some reason, I've always been intrigued by celebrity lifestyles. I'm known to watch E television, and I am almost afraid to admit I've gotten sucked into watching a few segments of Hogan Knows Best, a reality show based around Hulk Hogan's family. Now before you write me off, let me explain that I balance these shows with 60 Minutes, Larry King Live, CNN, the Discovery Channel and all programming on NPR. It's just that sometime there's nothing more relaxing and mind numbing than watching the antics of those people we make into celebrities.

The Kennedy family is a continued source of intrigue for me. Anyone who has been to my home knows I keep pieces of Kennedy memorabilia displayed in the glass case on top of my coffee table. I have always been fascinated by "Camelot" and all that went on during JFK's presidency. I've also followed the lives of the late JFK Jr. and Caroline and watched as they seemed to overcome early tragedy and find success on their own merits. I also was a huge fan of Princess Diana. I think both Diana and Jackie O. epitomized to me what it means to be a woman of class and grace.

Now that I have shared with you some of my celebrity icons, let me tell you about some of my least favorite famous people. On top of that list would be Angelina Jolie, Tom Cruise and Madonna. Somehow these three individuals are trying to recreate themselves as deeply spiritual people who care about the world. I, for one, couldn't care less about where Angelina and Brad Pitt are having their baby, or about Madonna's thoughts on the study of Kaballah or about Tom Cruise's views on post-partum depression. They're all nuts and I am tired of seeing their faces on magazine covers and hearing them speak about their very strange religious views. In fact I've come to feel incredibly sorry for Guy Ritchie (Madonna's husband) and Katie Holmes (Tom's fiance) and their children.

And speaking of children, did you know pregnancy is now glamorous? That is according to an Associated Press story published on April 25. "Everyday pregnancy gets glamorous" was the headline and the story made me laugh outloud. It seems that pregnancy has become "hip and sexy" thanks to all the celebrity moms-to-be who are baring their bellies and looking adorable in designer maternity duds.

Pregnancy has always been hip and popular with me. After all, pregnancy resulted in the two most precious gifts I have ever received in my life. I do have to admit that my pregnancies were a little lacking in the hipness area. Recently, I have been looking through a lot of old pictures, and I must admit, I could have used some celebrity-inspired designs to spice up my maternity wardrobe. For some reason, I thought wearing bright colors was the way to go when I was eight or nine months pregnant. I must have been worried someone wouldn't notice me as I lumbered down the street looking like a giant blueberry or grape.

I guess I am guilty of buying into the celebrity mystique by reading "People" and watching Hulk Hogan spoil his children. Somehow focusing on the always-exciting lives of Hollywood's finest is an escape for me, plus their lifestyles remind me of how much I enjoy wearing an old sweatshirt and jeans and being unglamorous, unhip me.