June 11th, 2007

My husband asks,”So have you heard about Paris Hilton?”

“No, I listen to NPR, they don’t cover dumb celebrity stuff.”

My husband opens his mouth. In it is the story of Paris Hilton, waiting to come out.

“Nor do I want to,” I interrupt,”I find my life sufficiently full and wondrous without any news whatsoever on Paris Hilton.”

My husband thankfully leaves me ignorant. However, today, catching up on Making Light, I become slightly more informed (some outrage circus about prison time, I think). Oh well. You think you’re safe, but that dumb celebrity info is just waiting to attach itself to your brain, leechlike, when you least expect it. I spent about twenty seconds trying to generate interest, failed, and moved on to this post. Because, you know, it’s been too long.

I like the world in which I don’t have to keep up with famous people, especially the ones who are just famous for having money. I also like the world in which they aren’t keeping up with me, either.

Some people might call my attitude willful ignorance. I call it filtering.

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