Someone called me semi-famous the other day. And well, it made me really uncomfortable. Sure, when I was busy being an ugly ducking in Washington Heights with my big pink plastic frame glasses and my gawky thirteen-year-old-ness, I read my Entertainment Weekly and dreamed of being a star. But that was before I saw those ugly magazines that you read at the checkout aisle on your way out of the supermarket. Being famous doesn’t look so fun the way that those magazines spin it.
So I confess being called semi-famous made me crawl in a hole. In fact, lately, I’ve been feeling like too much of an outie and not enough of an innie. And you know, we are not talking about belly buttons.
It’s, like, finally that thing about over-sharing my very private aunt was always trying to explain to me FINALLY hit me. Sometimes, I don’t feel like sharing. Sometimes, I will even pretend to be excruciatingly boring when people ask me about myself and “what I do.” I realized I don’t want EVERYONE to “know” me. Because it doesn’t matter how many people know you, only a few of them are ever going to GET you.
Okay, obviously, this conversation is moot unless I curl up and close up my blog or stop writing my book or stop letting people pay me to talk about myself in public. Still, I think every once in a while, like right now for instance, I’m going to play things close to my chest. Maybe I’ll blog about things that have nothing to do with me, I’ll interrogate people on their lives and I’ll turn down offers to talk about myself in public. No, I’m kidding about the last one. Tell people to pay me to come talk about myself in public at your local whatever.
Okay, maybe I’m a little ambivalent. Is that the right word? Maybe this is a moody moment?
6 thoughts on “Tales of a Semi-Famous Jewminicana”
This is what I have been trying to get through to you for awhile, chica. We all have to be careful on what we reveal, especially your statements involve other people. This situation will get worse when you become a rebbetzin.
So it’s a good thing I’m getting practice falling on my tuckus now. 🙂
I thought we had lost your blog earlier in the day!
Haha, sorry about that. It certainly didn’t look well that it happened right after this particular post. I just had to pay the Google man and now we’re back up and running.
I hope it wasn’t me who made you feel embarrassed. I distincly remember saying you were like a celebrity. 😦
Don’t worry, Anthony, it’s been a common phrase in many of my conversations lately.