A couple of days ago I wrote about the evil one, Kathy Griffin, and her bloody, decapitated head of Donald Trump stunt, and my clicks went through the roof, despite her being a mediocre-at-best comic with little to teach any of us (except maybe to think before we act). I was sort of surprised at the amount of interest despite knowing this to be true in my heart: celebrities own us. Still, one can hope that maybe someday, average people will care about average people, thereby diminishing the power of those empty-headed celebs.
So, here come the questions: What is the draw? Why do we care about people we have never met and will never know? How do their shenanigans help any of us advance to a higher consciousness or find peace of mind, and isn't that what we all want? Has knowing the latest Hollywood gossip ever resulted in finding a better job with a higher salary, having more toned abs, or affording a house on the Riviera? Is living vicariously still living?