Yesterday, I wrote about a rich, spoiled young woman, and, naturally, many of my readers came to her aid. Okay, it seems everybody seemed to pile on, and you know, it was my fault.
I am not rich, famous or spoiled. I don't know what it is like when my friends lie to me because they think telling me the truth might end our relationship. I don't know what it means to not really care how much dresses cost. I can't plan to have my picture taken by professional photographers stalking me. It is just foreign to me.
I remember something Jesus said about right people: "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." Okay, I did not want to look up the actual Bible quote, but you get the gist. Similarly, it is probably easier for us to be decent people – those of us who are not rich and or famous.
I mean, I don't have the money to hire strippers or have friends hanging onto me and my fortune. I don't have people who want what I have.
Like others, I like making fun of people who are in the public eye. I made fun of Britney Spears – can you imagine trying to stay popular by staging "upskirt photos" or kissing Madonna? My brain does not work like that.
I am not saying that these people should not take responsibility for their actions. It just seems like most of us have less of an opportunity to do really bad things.
So today I am taking the day off from making fun of celebrities. This is going to kill me. Deep down inside of me, I sort of like beating up celebs! Bad Leesa, bad Leesa.
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