friday five, paparazzi style

Friday Five:
1. Who is your favorite celebrity?
Jack Black. His eccentricity is charming – and my friend Rachel met him at a wedding and said he is everything in person that he is on stage or on TV.
2. Who is your least favorite?
Umm, I don’t know. The guy who played Bob on Twin Peaks still creeps me out – is that good enough?
3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life?
Depends on your definition of celebrity. If you’re talking movie or TV stars, then no. If you’re talking bands or authors, yes. Oh and I saw Richard Simmons hugging Barney at BookExpo 97. That was weird.
4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not?
I don’t think so. I’d like to be well-known, but not necessarily famous.
5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why?
Can I pick the celebrity AND the day? Halle Berry on Oscar night. Mmm mmm mmm Adrian Brody. 🙂
Answering these questions makes me feel like I read too much People magazine – which I used to do at the bookstore but not any more.

Jen and Amanda and I had a long talk in a half-drunken state last night about religion and relationships and sex and education. One thing that struck me out of the convo is that we all identified our times of the peak of religious (and by religious I mean Christian) fervor as coinciding with our most self-destructive times. During the times I was active in church and praying and reading the Bible and feeling very close to God, I hated myself. I wasn’t eating. I was crying all the time – and that was interpreted by the people at church as being a sign of God moving in me. I guess I just find it so hard to believe that a loving and benevolent God would want his “children” to suffer, to hate themselves, to choose misery over happiness for the sake of being holy. I don’t know. I have a lot of soul searching to do before I can return to church whole-heartedly.

But I have a job interview in 45 minutes, so I really should be getting ready….

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