Clay Aiken: Goofy Son Of A Bitch

A Note on Fame

So, I'm in the security line at RDU this morning and who do I see behind me but Clay Aiken?
I know, famous people have to fly like the rest of us, but he's enjoying being famous a little too much.

He's got this huge shit eating grin on his face the entire time.

None of this bothers me until he barges into the Admiral's Club and then locks himself in the conference room.

Apparently I'm sitting next to a shared wall and I just hear him coughing and making goofy noises back there.

He sure is a goofy son of a bitch.

The thing I don't get is, why is he still famous?

He can't sing, he's just goofy looking (I think he was attached by a blind barber), and he really hasn't done anything worthy of continued fame.

He's part of a generation where being famous is good enough to be famous.

I swear, he's more frightening looking than Gary Glitter.

Now, I was on a flight one time when Penny Marshall got kicked out of first class to the back of the plane.

It was just her and her romance novel. She wasn't happy, but I have to respect Laverne for not having an posse or trying to draw any attention to herself.

Man I hate Gen Y sometimes...

fromhttp://ruinedmylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/note-on-fame.html