I got really upset.
I Googled this immediately, hoping that my friend was on crack, trying to be funny (so not funny) or just plain old misinformed. Nope. None of the above, move on to option D: it really, really happened.
Go read some dirty gossip rag for the details because that’s not what this page is for (but just in case you’re curious it was with an older married guy, whoops!). This page is for rants and right now I’m going to rant at myself: This affects you in no way so stop caring.
But I can’t. Everyone has a celebrity secret friend…you know, that person you think you would get along with so well because, well, you just totally get them. Shut up, you all have one. Just because mine happens to be a tween queen doesn’t mean you can judge me. Fine, judge me, but not to my face. I’m still too upset.
And why am I so upset? Because I have a completely delusional, one-sided connection to these people. I care about them. How sick is that? But it’s hard not to. Whoever it is that you find that special “celebrity friendship” with, you just start to notice them more. You perk up when you see an ad for their movies or their latest commercial. You secretly cheer for them when they get good reviews and shoot your friends dirty looks when they say crappy, judgmental comments about your celebrity friend like “She is just so fake”. We defend our celebrity friends, we support them, we cheer for them…and we feel kinda bummed when they mess up.
So since this crazy is here to stay, I’ll just end on this note: KStew, you’re still far more impressive at age twenty-two then most people I know, myself included. And even with the home wrecker label I’d still be your friend, because celebrity friendships are bonds made of obsessive steel…which is just really strong with crazy.