Cruisin' For A Bruisin'

Okay, Okay...I admit it. I read The National Enquirer now and again as a guilty pleasure. I grew up reading copies hanging around my house or relatives' houses, so maybe I'm trying to recapture my youth...I dunno. Do I truly truly care about celebrities more than other people? No. I just like to think they deserve the harassment in some cases.

It would be great to use fame to inspire or teach, to do some good in the world. Unfortunately, not too many famous people believe that is part of the agenda they call their lives. I know many un-famous people who inspire me greatly. You probably don't know them, but these people could be sitting next to you.

That brings me to poor, mixed-up Tom Cruise. I won't even harp on the fact that he left a seminary and ended up believing in some kind of science fiction movie as a higher power. I think it would be petty to mention the lifts he wore in his shoes. Couch-jumping isn't one of my favorite spectator sports, so we won't touch on that.

I enjoyed Top Gun and despised his version of War of the Worlds. His need to control everything within his reach puzzles me. I hope that his children will be able to cope with this aspect of his personality.

Now...onto the wedding...I can't help but wonder if it's all real. A fairy tale Italian castle notwithstanding, I have to point out that a wedding needs to be between two EQUALS. I'm afraid Cruise's intended is a bit too brainwashed right now to make a healthy choice. I want to be like that robot in Lost in Space that runs around yelling "Danger, Danger, Will Robinson!" Oh, wait...her parents have already done that. Sheesh.

I'm sure that we will be entertained with wedding details soon by the ever-alert media. (Psssst! Wanna know a secret? We don't care anymore. We're sick of the antics and gimmicks and gimmes.)

Now, excuse me. There's an inspirational story outside the window. Gotta go.