Gawker Stalker

There was a story on Nightline a couple nights ago about a website that encourages people to basically stalk celebrities. It's sort of a real-time thing -- people who run into someone famous post as soon as they can who, where, when, etc.

Naturally, there were celebrity publicists saying this is a dangerous thing, and naturally the guy who owns the website was saying they're celebrities; they've given up their right to privacy; and besides, there's a 15-minute delay between reporting and posting to give the celebrity time to leave before an obsessed fan could track them down.

I'm trying to imagine this: I'm out dining or shopping with Liz, Leah, DL or Robert (because I neither dine nor shop alone), I see someone famous, and the first thing I do is rush to the nearest computer to post it on a website??? Uh, NO.

That's about as likely as my going to a website to see where someone famous was fifteen minutes ago. WHO CARES?

I'm not overly impressed by celebrity. DL, our hubbies, and I had lunch a couple tables from Catherine Zeta Jones on Rodeo Drive a few years ago. It was cool seeing her -- she was as beautiful as I expected -- but it didn't exactly distract me from an excellent ensalata caprese.

When I look at People or In Style magazines, I don't know who most of the folks in the pictures are and don't care. I don't know who's married to whom, who's sleeping with whom, or who's pregnant by whom, and my world hasn't come to a stop yet. I can't even imagine caring about those things. These people are strangers. What importance do their personal lives have in ours?

It's just too weird.

Keep the fame. I just want the fortune. (Yes, I'm grinning!) Rachel9:28 AM