Well it's been really really hot here no news there, its been hot everywhere. I only preface my entry with that declaration because I've been thinking about a B.O. story I read a really long time ago. The story popped into my head after I had been working in my yard, and lets just say a shower was in order. Anyway back to the B.O. story. I read one of these "I'm not famous, but I have mean stories to tell about celebrities books" and the guy wrote about a model whom he encountered in an elevator (at a NY nightclub as I recall). Well the whole point of the story was to tell how she smelled of B.O. .When I read that little ditty all those years ago I thought it was pretty harsh to label someone stinky after they have been whoopin it up dancing all night at a nightclub. But I do still remember that story and when I see that model god help me.... I think "B.O.". I can't help it. So I'm recalling this lovely story, and stinking up the joint and a couple things occur to me: I certainly couldn't stand up to the scrutiny of celebrity so it's a good thing I never got famous, and then I started thinking that celebrity life is a lot like those school days that I'm grateful to be done with. Those good ol' school days where you can screw up once and get yourself labeled for life. Think about it. If you run into someone from grade-school who was the kid who picked her nose and got caught or threw up in the cafeteria or the girl in High School who got drunk and ended up in a "compromising position" those old labels are still sticking to those poor people in your brain. You may not give a crap about it, but you think about their faux pas because those little stories spread like wildfire through schools, and take on a life of there own. So the model with B.O. and Celebrities like her are basically stuck in High School while the pickers, pukers and class sluts can move to the Midwest and reinvent themselves as a soccer mom or some such thing. Kinda sad for the model who had the nerve to sweat in public don't you think? Now I'm reminded of the actor who had that moronic Gerbil story re-surface every few years always with someone saying something like their Aunt's/Cousin's/friend of a friend was working in the ER when he was brought in last month. Labels and stories can stick even when they are complete B.S., I'm thinkin that might be even worse to deal with. Gossip sucks regardless of origin. My words of wisdom for the day. Eloquent aint I?