I can’t believe it’s been almost 20 years since my senior year in High School. I knew back then that when we gathered for the reunion, we would probably need a few name tags to identify one another. Generally we’ve all changed to a certain degree, but at the 20 year mark, we’ve all changed to the point where it would deem necessary the use of name tags. I walked into a grocery store the other day and saw a Facebook friend of mine that I had not seen since high school and didn’t recognize him. I wonder how many other people I’ve seen out and about and didn’t make the connection. I know some of us have lost our hair, gained some weight, grew some facial hair (and that’s just the women) even came across a few, “HOLY Sh*t! WTF happened to you?” moments. All in all in the end, it’s always good to see an old friend.
Even though we didn’t have any celebrities from our class, I wonder even if we did, would I even recognize them? I’m glad that I treated people kindly, the same way that I do now, cause you never know when you will run into a ‘blast from the past’. Imagine if you were the guy in H.S that dated Octo-mom with thoughts of one day raising a family. Imagine if you were someone that laughed at Bill Gates for being a nerd way back when. Imagine if you made fun of Angelina Jolie for having big lips. I find joy in knowing that a few of the ‘unpopular’ kids are now so rich they could buy the venue our reunion will be held in. I smile from ear to ear when I hear stories of ‘fat’ girls becoming ‘sexy’ movie actresses, hanging on a poster in your sons bedroom as he tells you to ‘knock’ before you come in. Gotta love karma.
This Marc Jacobs perfume ad featuring 17-year old Dakota Fanning has been banned for “sexualizing children”.
We get it Heidi Klum. You love Halloween? By why is your show wearing a condom??
Sandra Bullock finally broke her silence to deny rumors that she participated in one of Jesse Jame’s Nazi-banging-with-a-twist porno movies, the theory being that she was hesitant to proceed with a divorce fearing her husband would come out with their dirty secret. “There is no sex tape,” she told PEOPLE, “There never has been one and there never will be one.” Of course, this can only mean one thing: Jesse James is probably getting out of rehab as we speak. Because, really, if there’s no chance ever, to get your wife to get it on Adolf-style with the cameras on, what’s the point of pretending you want to be cured?
