It’s my birthday. Yes, I know “Happy to Me” and all, I’m not feeling so happy. Actually, I kinda want to be serious for a minute. It is Friday the 13th ohhhhhhh. Respect. I don’t know what that means ’cause I’m Jewish. But here goes:
I – WILL – NEVER – BE – FAMOUS!!!!!!
Imagine stamping feet between each word.
What? I said I was going to be serious, not mature!
January 13th marks the first day of the last year in my 30‘s. I know, I could have said that more succinctly – but you know what? It’s my birthday, so I get to do what I want!
Most importantly, in this day filled with the logging of new wrinkles and the circling of new cellulite dimples that I will have to remove at 40, and assessing what I have not accomplished and what I will never accomplish.
Holy shit. I will never be famous. Look, you don’t have to have wanted to be a famous actress, writer, singer, talk show host… from the age of 3 to relate; you merely have to have wanted a certain success that looks less likely to occur as the years pass. You have to get that urge to sob uncontrollably at the bleak outlook that is your professional or social future, but you should squelch such antics as you’re in the middle of a parent teacher meeting and you really should be paying attention. (wait, that’s just me.)
I was all prepped for fame. At 5, I was singing outside of restaurants, attracting throngs of people who said things to my mother like, “Oy, you should take her to try out for Annie,” “My G-d that child can sing.” and “Miss, could you please move, you and your child are blocking the entrance.” Were they talent scouts whose opinions could’ve translated into the big bucks?
But they knew good deli and they loved a fatty corned beef on Rye, so that gives them credibility right? I’m sure many talent execs know good deli, so really it’s quite the same thing.
If I were 5 today, I’d certainly be famous. Someone would’ve YouTubed me and it would’ve gone viral and I would’ve been befriended by Usher and I would’ve made an inspirational movie called “Never Say Never.”
What, that happened to someone else?
See, it’s a clear case of bad timing.
Here are things I wanted so badly to do with my life that I clearly never will:
1. Be a Part of the Kings of Comedy tour
2. Sing a Duet with Shawn Cassidy
3. Replace Marie on the Donny and Marie Show Continue reading