Paulina Porizkova: The B-List Is Waiting

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Paulina Porizkova
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Confession time: I don't know if this is true or not, but I would suspect that an US Weekly cover with a grim-faced recently betrayed celeb on the cover sells better than a cover featuring a brightly smiling celeb-du-jour talking about her upcoming wedding.  This is because there is nothing people (yours truly included) love more, than beautiful, rich, people having problems.  (This explains my love of Tudor histories as well.  Though I suspect Henry VIII was only hot for a decade.)  And our schadenfreude doesn't seem quite so schaden when it's just cartoon characters in glossy magazines.  Even when I'm in my most vehement "Team Sandra" vibe, it still seems like a performance — I'm just rooting for the betrayed wife, not a real person.

Enter Paulina Porizkova.  That's right.  Paulina Porizkova.  Who is, as it turns out — A REAL PERSON.  Her blog on the Huffington Post is gloriously readable, and man — is it too late for her to become my best friend?  Sure, she's pretty glam and glossy (see above) but this woman is funny, and she's smart.  And her entry on fame — the gain and loss of it — is really smart, and interesting.

I have worked every day since the age of fifteen, supporting not only myself, but also helping a sizable family when needed. My career has an umbilical cord straight to my self-esteem. Too bad I have very little control over being desired or desirable. After I was the first to get kicked off "Dancing with the Stars" in 2007, and my book failed to sell all that much, and I couldn't get on "The View" no matter how much I begged, and I got fired from "America's Next Top Model," I spent the rest of the year feeling a bit sorry for myself while knitting and shouting comments at morning TV shows. I'm not trying for sympathy here; I am well-aware that a woman in my position has as much right to self-pity as a gluttonous man who has just consumed a pound of caviar and now whines about a heartburn. But the heartburn still burns, if you know what I'm saying.

Read the whole thing — it's a nice moment when you can actually feel something for a real celeb, who's a real person.  After that, go ahead and wallow as you flip through your Life & Style.  (Why did she wear that?  Who does he think he is?) You've done your good deed for celebrity.

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