The price of celebrity

The Michael Jackson events of the past two weeks have led me to muse about the consequences of being a public figure.  Yes, Mr. Jackson was odd in the extreme, but as a public figure myself I have empathy for him.  

I know what it is like having the paparazzi follow you each time you go out for a walk. 

Just yesterday, for example,  I was out for a pleasant morning walk when the relentless paps caught me in their crosshairs.

My crack security team immediately jumped in front of me to protect my privacy.  

But the damage was done -- my innocent happiness had once again been invaded by these monsters of the press who want more more more of me.

  

I saw an ad for an armed response team.  Maybe that's what I need to protect me from this wild adulation.   It's worth considering.  

The only thing I won't do is take drugs (other than my epilepsy medicine).  If I've learned one thing from Michael's untimely death, it's that I must be vigilant in Just Saying No.