No... really?

The traffic to gossip blogs attest to the public's appetite for tidbits on the "realness" of their idols. The speed that it flows beats the time it takes you to text it to your friend, or even yet the time it takes you to pick up the phone (I thought I would throw in that quaint "old timey" way of communication).

"Cameron has a booger!"
"George eats real food!"
"Brad breathes air!"
"Angelyne walks!"

Imagine how your life would be if your every move was documented and then parsed out to the world for viewing and comments? Not much fun. But we do it everyday; we blog, we email and text, we take cell pics and send them out to friends, we leave our tracks all over Facebook and Twitter.

We are the generation of "over kill", we are beyond oversharing, we want everyone to know our every emotional blip, our every tummy growl, our every waking moment, and if we could type in our sleep, our dreams as well. And you know that's not far away from happening. "Know me, know my dreams...."

Our interest in superstars buttresses our deep down gut instinct that we are all the same, we suffer, we love, we eat and sleep - that all of us do both stupid and brilliant acts with regularity. The internet gives us this collective hug and whispers "I'm OK, you're OK too."

We won't stop blogging about our lives, or posting to our Facebooks, we are now addicted to the feedback and validation we get from our friends to stop cold turkey.
So next time you read about a fellow human doing something laughable, just remember we are all just one click away from being the next viral chuckle. But it's okay, we are all human, right?

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