The View From A Farr
What a terrible life it must be to be popular — to be recognized while you’re shopping for avocados at the grocery store; to be put on a pedestal for all to admire; to be judged for the color of your socks; to be despised for wearing polka-dots or just wanting to be left alone.
Disgruntled fan: “You obviously make more than enough money, so stop complaining.”
I imagine most people who are “famous” n…