I’m developing a strange desire to get famous.
That’s probably not right. Fame is a not insignificant part of the American Dream right? (What’s the rule about capitalizing the Dream part of that, do we do it or not? Is it a dream with a capital D or just, like, a dream?)
I’m developing a perfectly normal for my era and background desire to get famous.
Since I’m not actually *doing* anything to make that happen, second best is when other people who are super duper get famous instead. (As long as they’re not friends of mine. Everyone one I know needs to stay exactly where they are until we can all go together – that’s reasonable and fair right? Right.)
Cases in point:
- Rachel Bloom. Were you a theater kid? Are you watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend? If yes/no, your inner stage lover is so sad and doesn’t even know it.
- Issa Rae. I’m mad the whole time I’m watching Insecure because it’s so good. (Do I need therapy?)
- Georgia Hardstark. MY FAVORITE MURDER. When someone cofounds a podcast that’s so good you basically make a new best friend based just on talking about it (true story totally happened) … there’s no good end to this sentence. Point made (including the point that my heart is SUPER in this post can you tell?)
Uh… that’s all. Medium famous women who are cool who I want to be like who totally deserve their current fame levels and more!
Good post, Emma. Nablopomo is really bringing out the best in me.