It's scary to me that in a world with so little faith in it, people become so emotionally charged up and involved with these celebrities as if they were modern day deities. We have so many other things going on, yet I find myself in a trance reading these articles and commenting on these people as if I know them for real. As if they would save me from hunger, or eviction, depravity or suicide. Sometimes I think some of the creatures on this site believe they may be saved from death by these women. What shocks me though is that if any of these women stepped one stiletto out of place today, these people, maybe including me, would become seething, raging, voracious little demons. Funny, if I saw Beyonce in heaven or hell, would I still want her autograph? The answer should be that it wouldn't matter by then. I wonder what the rest would say or do?