One thing I despise about this country is our treatment of celebrities. We stalk and obsess over their every detail, and why? Is standing in front of a camera reciting lines any more important than building websites or writing a newspaper? No, not really.
I love entertainment, don't get me wrong, I just don't get the fuss. Autographs seem like the silliest thing in the world. The few times in my life I've encountered celebrities, I've kept a cool head while watching others around me go into fits. For example, Clint Eastwood was eating at the same restaurant as me once in Savannah, and I watched the poor guy have to make a mad dash for his car to avoid a group of onlookers shouting at him. He's old! He just wanted to have a nice meal with his wife and he has to make a run for it? I understand that Clint probably just wanted a quiet evening without being hassled. It was a sad sight.
All that being said, I feel like such a hypocrite right now. If you read Josh's spoiler below, you know that I encountered two of my favorite thespians at the local Target this morning. That's right, Jennifer Carpenter (one of Louisville's own) and Michael C. Hall (Dexter Morgan himself!!!) were just browsing around the store. I got excited. Anyone who knows me has probably been to my house on a Sunday for Dexter. It's an event. It's easily my favorite show as of late, probably in my top five of all time. Hall is an actor I truly respect. And Ms. Carpenter put in a hell of a performance in Quarantine. I know, right? That movie looked like it wouldn't be anything special, but she elevates the amount of fear in it through her performance, so kudos.
At any rate, I would've never ever ever bothered the man, because he might be someone I admire, but I don't know him. Why would I bother him as he is obviously busy getting his holiday shop on? That would be downright rude.
Oh fuck it, he was just a few feet away from me and I turned into a 12 year old girl, circa 1991 at a NKOTB concert. Here's what was said...
Me: You're Michael C. Hall, right?
Me: (nervously) I think you're an amazing actor and I love your show. Merry Christmas.
After saying that I felt like a total tool. What a dumb thing to do. I try to live my life by a certain set of principles and today I shit on them. Damn Michael C. Hall is just too cool for me not to "mark out" a little bit.
SO anyways, if MCH ever reads this through the miracle of Googling one's name... "sorry MCH for interrupting your xmas shopping, keep up the good work".
Btw, Happy Holidays from Cootsdaddy.