Years back, my husband and I were on vacation in New York City. We were strolling down some famous shopping street in Manhattan. We were likely either on our way from or our way to Serendipity 3 for the Frrrozen Peanut Butter Hot Chocolate as I insisted on enjoying it every day of our trip, sometimes twice a day.
I looked up and saw the cutest puppy. I grabbed my husband's arm. "Oh my god!! Did you see?" I expected him to make fun of me for pointing out a ball of fluff. He's into sleek race dogs who double my height on hind feet. But instead he squealed right back, "Yes! I know!"
I asked if we could get a dog like that and his forehead furrowed. What dog, he asked. That dog we just fawned over, I said. He didn't know what I was talking about - he'd been fawning over the dog's human attachment - celebrity designer Isaac Mizrahi.
Mizrahi vs Dog
Runner up: Husband...for Out-Pop-Culturing Me
And so goes most Celebrity vs Random Non Celebrity Item matchup for me.
Canoodling with Jon Hamm post comedy show or dinner with friends?
Checking out James Franco at his mom's local theater production or, um yeah, dinner with friends?
Chatting up Aziz Ansari about how much I loved his set or gelato?
(Although for the record that was one of the funniest live comedy shows I've seen ever hands down ever ever ever ever ever and if his cousin who is the subject of his comedy was there I would have stayed to hang out with him no problem.)
I love pop culture celebrity. I encourage it. I buy celebrity magazines and follow the gossip and watch award shows and remember senseless things about who is dating who and am enthralled by celebrity social networking battles but for me, it's just another show. In the distance.
I think it's because as much as I love singers, I don't want to be a singer. As much as I love movies, I hate the idea of acting. As much as I love comedy, I don't want to be funny on stage.
Show me a talented writer, though, and that's a different story.