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Melissa Ethridge's wife bitches about being famous!
**EDIT:
Here's the horrifying photo!



So Melissa Etheridge's wife Tammy Lynn Michaels writes a blog. I normally love it. Not today.

Saturday, February 17, 2007
strollers, flu, fame

so you take your kid out for their 4 month check up (with two moms that have barely recovered from the flu), and then you realize... you've been stalked by a photographer the entire time.


so montana is out. no more shopping on montana. heads up: montana is being staked out like robertson and rodeo and beverly hills. buh-bye montana stores.

all we wanted was some pizza to take home. so while we waited, we grabbed our brand new cheapie stroller out of the back, cuz quite frankly.... the babies are big, and Miller is so heavy that we can't hold him long without our arms falling off. so as we waited, we stuck him in a stroller where he promptly fell asleep. and the photographer grabbed some of those shots... and now suddenly what was just a marital discussion ("Should we put them in it? It's too big, but it's just for a second while our sick and recovering butts wait for food... Okay, maybe, what do you think? Hmmm...." you know- those marital discussions.....). it turns into a snapped image with no explanation; and then the strangers who have time to look online at others' lives... they leave comments.... or, rather, insults, crowing with smug self-satisfaction and ignorance. their fantasies have quickly grown into facts in their own minds.

and now, across this wwweb, are smeared photos of my angels, complete with judgemental, shitty comments from complete strangers who can be so miserable with themselves, that they push their self-hatred on others.

i'm never going out with my children again without keeping one eye open for the razzi dementors who suck your soul with their photos.

one day... someone is going to start a tabloid about the razzi. and then we'll turn the tables: we'll report what razzi is cheating with whom... we'll stalk them, scare them, chase them.... and one day... somehow... this grossly inappropriate way of life (like orwells' 1984, but we are doing it to ourselves) will fade. and people will stop thinking that just cuz we are famous, we have answers. the only answers "we" have that "others" don't is "how do you get famous?" knowing that answer doesn't make me a better person.

i truly wonder how long people are going to follow us. how long are people going to have interest in my children? my wife, i understand.... but not my kids.

yuck.

i wanna know how much that fucker got for stalking us for 20 minutes... and if he got anything over a quarter... i may start a blog where i post pics of my kids so that our "price" drops and nobody follows us, cuz they won't get any money for "exclusives" cuz you'll be able to come to my own website and see REAL EXCLUSIVES.

i bet people don't chase my friend and her kids cuz my friend is always posting pics of her kids... and who wants to chase her down for MORE pics? hmm... she may onto something there.


[Hollywood Farm Girl]

Get the fuck over yourself. Move away from Hollywood and don't be famous if you don't like it. Don't have 'celebrity kids' if you can't handle their photo being taken.

Don't leave your house if you don't want to be photographed.

And most of all - get over the fact that a photograph doesn't steal anyone soul. So what if they take your photo? Be glad they want your photo.

Sometime, probably very soon, they won't give a shit about you. And then you'll complain about that.

**You're Welcome Perez - hxxp://perezhilton.com/topics/melissa_etheridge/go_back_to_kansas_bitch_20070217.php LOL