Only a little starry-eyed

Glenda Price

Everybody wants to be a celebrity these days. I’m sure there must be some fancy schmancy psychological term for this inordinate hunger for fame, but I just call it “star dumb.”

In the old days thespians and so-called entertainers were pretty much the dregs of society. They were the ones curious country people viewed about the same way they watched snakes devour mice, frogs eat bugs or moths commit suicide on light bulbs.