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Celebrity Stalkers — BlogHer "Voice of the Year 2011" Honoree in the Humor Category!

The problem with being a mom in L.A. is that we’re celebrity magnets. Stars — who spend their lives jetting to location on the Seychelles where they down copious amounts of Cristal Brut “Methuselah” and Magic Mushrooms while having meaningless (albeit it mind-blowing) sex with fellow ridiculously gorgeous celebrities after stripping off bespoke Armani shirts and five-inch Jimmy Choos — are miserable.

They’re desperate for something real. They wish their lives weren’t so shallowly glamorous. They wish every day could be the same over and over again like ours:

Shake resentful kids awake, ask them to brush their teeth 12 times, smell their breath to see if they brushed their teeth just once, make lunches you doubt they’ll eat, drop them at school where they’ll no longer let you hug them goodbye, go home, empty kitty litter box, unclog a toilet, stare at breasts in bathroom mirror and wonder when one decided to go east and the other west, make all the beds, find food-like substance in two of the beds, eat the food-like substance, go to Ralphs, Trader Joes, Smart-and-Final.

(Stopping to breathe)

Wish you could go to Madame Woo’s Mystery Massage on Pico but they only cater to men, do a bunch of stuff you forget you did the second after you did it, pick the kids (who are grumpy because they didn’t eat lunch) up from school, shuttle them places where there’s stuff to do with musical instruments or some variety of ball, go home, nuke dinner, harangue about homework until the keening sound of your voice makes you want to perform a self-larengectomy, read crappy “Star Wars” books aloud, find Waldo, wrestle the kids to bed, go to your own bed where you’re too tired to have sex with your husband even if you were on Magic Mushrooms, sleep with a bite guard.

This is the powerful, character-building stuff that celebrities crave.

Case in point. Last week after rolling my kids out of the minivan at school I took refuge in the Urth Cafe on Beverly Drive. I was just about to enjoy a sugary, caffeinated drink derived from a chai-type bush, when I found myself put upon by Katie Holmes. I was forced to sit right next to her. It wasn’t my fault, there were no other open seats.

I struck an aloof demeanor.

Still, I could sense that Katie desperately wanted to speak to me. She was in the clutches of some frowzy woman who was probably a Scientology stooge ready to taze the starlet should she have any independent thought and Katie seemed desperately lonely. More than once she shifted closer to me in her seat … (or was maybe picking a wedgie out of her bum).

As I gazed upon her beautiful face I thought … how happy I am to be an anonymous nobody that no designer will ever try to force into one of their ostentatious creations. How happy I am to never be tempted by the likes of her former leading men – Timothy too-ruggedly-handsome Olyphant, steel-jawed Aaron Eckhart or that insipid Joshua Jackson with the dimples and swaggah.

Then, as if one needy celebrity weren’t enough, in walks Taylor Lautner. He sits at the table right in front of me with a fawning friend. He’s in my space.

He’s a Close Sitter.

He doesn’t seem to realize I’m Team Edward. Nor does he seem to realize I’m old enough to be his mother as evidenced by him swiveling around in his chair to let his eyes roam over my Westwood Charter Halloween Hoot t-shirt (or maybe to see where the bathrooms are).

I can’t seem to help overhearing his conversation with The Fawner. “So she broke up with him again last week…” Taylor says.  (Who? Kristen Stewart with Robert Pattinson? What does he see in the little mope anyway?)  “I mean, it’s just so high school…” (What? All the drama on the set of Breaking Dawn?)).  “And now she’ll do anything to get him back…” (Get pregnant? Take too many Percoset? Have a sixsome?).

I have an undeniable urge. “Excuse me,” I say to Taylor (also known to me as Tay-dawg) “Would you mind watching my computer while I pee?”

He feigns annoyance to hide the crush he has on me, a woman old enough to be his … slightly older babysitter. Even so, he watches my computer as though his life depended on it, not leaving until I try to speak to him again to give my thanks. Darting away, no doubt, to quell his passions.

I’ve found that no place is sacred to these celebrity stalkers.

I was accosted by Chris Rock’s wife while we were sitting with our babies under the rainbow parachute at Gymboree. She wanted advice on how to transition her baby from bottle to sippy. The nerve.

Then there was Michael Douglas nodding at me as our children played near each other at Cold Water Canyon Park. Couldn’t he respect my privacy? Was I supposed to nod back?

And don’t even get me started on that infernal Kate Beckinsale a few years back at Bright Child indoor play gym. Her 7-year old daughter Lilly kept picking up my then 8-month old Clare and kissing and hugging her. “You have a beautiful daughter,” Kate gushed in that cloying British accent. “Just leave us alone!” I shrieked, trying to break her camera.

I have to remember all the reasons I love living in L.A. The sunshine, the beaches, the mountains, the night-blooming jasmine perfuming the air in spring. I can’t let the celebrities ruin it all for me with their intrusiveness.

Oh crap, here comes Rene Zellweger right now. She frequents this Starbucks and is forever apologizing if she thinks she cut in front of you in line. This whole “nice celebrity” routine is just a ruse to be invited back to my house for a glass of Two Buck Chuck and some corn dogs. She wants a taste of the good life. I don’t think she’s seen me yet. Gotta go into stealth mode. Will contact you from a safe house.

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  1. Joy McG
    Joy McG 15 July, 2011, 18:06

    As a fellow honoree I believe I am supposed to say that I am humbled to be recognized among so many great bloggers but really I'm just giddy with ego and excitement.
    Perhaps we can meet and acknowledge our fabulousness at the reception.
    I can tell you about the time Bono tried to buy me a drink – so presumptuous…..

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  2. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 15 July, 2011, 19:34

    Hi Joy — I hope I do meet you. I'm flying in from Hawaii at 5:30 a.m. that Friday. Do you happen to know when we're being honored. Cuz I'm getting my butt down to San Diego somehow in time. xo

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  3. FranceRants
    FranceRants 1 September, 2011, 05:47

    I needed to hang out by you when I lived in California. I so wanted to run into celebrities but the closest I ever got was the chick who played Nellie Olsen on little house on the praire…..

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  4. Desperate Housemommy
    Desperate Housemommy 1 September, 2011, 07:43

    I come by royal decree of The Empress, who never leaves me astray. Katie Holmes with a wedgie? T-Dawg crushing on you? Hiding from Renee the Stalking Z-Train? I'm hooked. Nice to meet you!

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  5. Melinda
    Melinda 1 September, 2011, 10:39

    Here via The Empress. Hysterical!! I want to sit in the coffee shop and watch those intrusive celebrities stalking you. Maybe you need some cool shades to hide behind…and a scarf. My only celebrity encounter was shaking Captain Kangaroo's hand when I was 5 or so if that even counts.

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  6. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 1 September, 2011, 14:06

    Melinda — my husband's father helped ceeate Captain Kangaroo! Apparenly the Captain was a bit of a bastard.
    Francerants — nellie Olsen was the best villain ever!
    Hi Desperate Housemommy — I found Katie living in one of our crawlspaces — now it's restraining order time!

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  7. dosweatthesmallstuff
    dosweatthesmallstuff 1 September, 2011, 21:52

    When the Empress writes a whole post about a particular blogger, it's definitely a must read. So here I am 🙂

    Can I just ask you where the above cafe is? Because *blushing* au contraire, I do so want to see those celebs!!! And maybe faint every once in a while.

    The grass is always greener on the other side, so I guess I could not imagine being a celebrity magnet, what with me not living anywhere close to any celebrities. But I'll take your word for it. Because it makes me feel like my life's not so boring after all. LOL

    ps: You got me at Team Edward 😉

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  8. Lady Jennie
    Lady Jennie 2 September, 2011, 08:21

    Visiting from emp and wondering just how much is tongue in cheek? 😉

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  9. Megan (Best of Fates)
    Megan (Best of Fates) 2 September, 2011, 09:57

    This is beyond hilarious – definitely worthy of making the cut!

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  10. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 2 September, 2011, 11:05

    All of it is true — except it didn't happen all in one day. And perhaps the celebrities weren't actually stalking me. But just in case I have changed my name and altered my with a brow lift. Because it gets exhausting fighting them off.

    Brow Lift http://shannoncolleary.blogspot.com/2011/06/sirens-song-of-plastic-surgery-part-une.html

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  11. The Flying Chalupa
    The Flying Chalupa 2 September, 2011, 11:41

    Although the Empress did point me your way today – it was such a pleasure meeting you at BlogHer! Love this post! I can see why it was a nominee.

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  12. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 2 September, 2011, 14:58

    Chalupa — thanks so much. It was great to meet you too! I assume you are due soon? I hope the heat hasn't been killing you. Glad we're in touch. I've bookmarked you!

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