When I was a kid I thought famous people lived in a different world than regular people. I figured that after Arnold Schwarzenegger made the first Terminator movie they issued him a special “I’m a Famous Person!” card that let him eat at special restaurants and fly out of private airports so he wouldn’t be mobbed by crazed fans on a daily basis.
I thought that fame, and the card that went along with it, made famous people like Arnold Schwarzenegger different than regular people—like he’d crossed a magical dividing line.
While elementary-school Ian was correct in that class stratification ensures that famous people (plus anyone with money) can live entirely different lives than the rest of us, the line between being Famous and being Not Famous isn’t that cut and dry. (For starters, I’m pretty sure there’s no “I’m a Famous Person!” card…) Continue reading