Worrying about new celebrities (Nov 26)
By Chuck Doud
The Madera Tribune
I happened to be sitting in a waiting room the other day and was reading one of those magazines filled with stories about famous people, mostly movie stars, when I realized that to me most of the people weren’t famous at all. I mainly didn’t know who they were. The only ones I knew were the fuddy-duddies — like Madonna and her husband, Guy Ritchie, who were getting a divorce.
Madonna already is seeing Alex Rodriguez, the Yankees baseball player, and he will be ditching his wife of 16 years, Cynthia, who is the mother of their children, etc. She, of course, will get a big divorce settlement, but Alex can afford it, and if he can’t, Madonna probably can afford to kick in the difference.
Of course, Madonna is about 50 now and has wrinkles, and Alex won’t be a hot slugger much longer because he is getting of an age when baseball players start to slow down and strike out. It’s such a tragedy.
In other words, they are fuddy-duddies, which is how I happen to know them. I am a fuddy-duddy myself, and Mrs. Doud reminds me of that whenever I tell her that on the rare occasion when I watch the E! channel, they might as well be speaking Martian for all I understand what they’re talking about.
“You’re getting old,” she says. And she’s right.
She knows who all those hot babes and young studs are, and why they are best-dressed and worst-dressed, but I don’t. It isn’t that I have anything against the up-and-coming celebrities, I’m just still wondering about the old ones.
For example, I still believe that the smartest thing Ted Turner ever did was divorce Jane Fonda, but that’s just me. I still worry they might get back together.
