I do occasionally engage in what I call "Celebrity Porn," which is not the Paris Hilton/Pamela Anderson sex tape kind of thing, but instead the gossip mill, paparazzi thing. This could explain a few of my recent, extraordinarily disturbing dreams.
I have been known to pick up a People magazine, or maybe once-in-awhile go to their website. I look forward to the awards shows to see the beautiful people in beautiful gowns. This is perhaps my biggest guilty pleasure.
I really would rather read a good book, go dancing, or make something than watch bad TV or read gossip magazines, but sometimes, usually induced by boredom, I cannot help myself. I recently took an " The Oscar Dress Quiz" at http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/artsandliving/features/award-show-central/academy-awards/2007/oscar_dress_quiz.html , Yes, even the Washington Post has started adding more entertainment news to their website. I am both terribly ashamed and oddly proud to say that I got 9 out of 10 right on the quiz.
Now, even with all that being said, I do know better than to shave my head.
I cannot imagine the pressure of the world watching your every move. I am such an incredibly guarded person that I cringe even when I run into people in the grocery store (especially on my way home from the gym - I HATE that!).
But I still know better than to shave my head.
Moles, paleness, curly regrowth... it would be a disaster. And it would signal a real disaster if it ever happened: a breakdown, a health crisis, or an I'm-gonna-show-you impulse so strong that it would be nearly dangerous.
I really hope I never get to that moment in my life. And my heart seriously goes out to all the people in the world that are in that moment right now.