I think deep down most people would like, if only for
a short while, to live the life of a celebrity. There is something magical
about being plucked from a pool of ordinary people to find yourself the object
of a google search and with a secured a seat on Barbara Walter’s 10 Most Fascinating People.
It is what drives people to appear on reality television.
Through this media, even talentless people get their five minutes of stardom.
And to some extent I am no different. I would be
lying if I did not say that my secret fantasy is to have someone discover my
blog and create a sit-com about it—like a Modern
Family or Suburgatory. I imagine
that a random person of great wealth and power recognizes my writing as quality
work and deems it worthy of universal distribution. In my fantasy discovered talent
reaps fame.
And the other day my friend Kathleen messaged me with
the link to a website popular with the twenty-something crowd called Buzz Feed. She said check this out—my daughter
sent this to me. The title of the article was 27 Painfully Honest Cake Messages. Cake #7 was mine—it was the
drunken Barbie cake I had made for my daughter’s 21st birthday.
My cake was famous. It had gone viral.
And while flattering, I was a little bit annoyed. I
do not bake cakes ordinarily.That is not where my talent lies. Yet my cake was
the subject of celebrity—some random person somehow found it on the web and
brought it to the masses. It wasn’t the blog post I wrote on the Drunken Barbie
Cake that had won me fame, it was the photo of the cake itself.
I feel like those dopey supermodels whose desires
fall on deaf ears: But I
want to be an actress!
Ugh. I am just an amateur baker with a sense of humor
not an amateur writer with a sense of humor.
Maybe it’s time to rewrite the fantasy.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/skarlan/27-painfully-honest-cake-messages-82j3
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