Today at lunch, the narrow topic of Britney Spears and her "federletus" (stole that from Gawker) and the general topic of gossip was discussed. I explained that in 2004, I made a New Year's resolution not to gossip about people I personally know, although I'm sure I've been unsuccessful at certain points. In order to sustain this "no gossip" rule, I turned heavily to celebrity gossip.
I don't feel bad talking trash about celebrities - they are way richer than I could ever hope to be and frankly, if Britney Spears knew what I said about her, I don't think she'd care. And if she did, she could buy my condominium complex and boot me out, so clearly she's got the last laugh. And as fellow law slave Melanie pointed out, mocking celebrities makes us plebians feel better about our lot in life.
That being said, I am mildly alarmed by my fascination with the election of a successor to the papacy. It might be partially because I read Angels & Demons last year and I'm hoping for a little cloak and dagger conclave action with Robert Langdon bursting in to save the day. But really, it's just that a horse race is exciting. According to this, the German cardinal Ratzinger may get 40 to 50 votes. Ratzinger, whose nickname is "God's Rottweiler," is running into opposition from the former Archbishop of Milan. But then this morning, NPR was talking about how it may be really vital for the Church to pick a Latin American pope. Jeez, Megs! This ain't the Kentucky Derby (which, by the way, is coming up in about three weeks, so break out your seersucker and your giant hats - I'll bring the mint juleps). Perhaps I ought to go back to plain old celebrity gossip - aside from handicapping the papacy, MSNBC is keepin' it real by trying to figure out who the next celebrity pregnancy will be. Sigh. I am a part of the cycle, even as I ridicule it.
For those of you unfamiliar with the conclave process, I recommend reading about it - there's lots of Latin and it's very interesting.