I can’t say that I spend my time longing to be famous. Rich? Sure. But famous? That sounds like way too much work, especially for someone who detests having to fix her hair and slap on spackle for even part time work. I can imagine myself being spotlighted in some trashy magazine with captions mocking my wardrobe and general appearance. There’s a certain peace that comes with knowing you are a prime candidate for “What Not To Wear” and somehow soldiering on with your life.