Yesterday
morning, I noticed that Pamela Anderson was “Trending Now” in the corner of
Yahoo’s home screen.
I
immediately thought, “What in the world could Pam be doing now?”
Of
course I thought the worst. “Another sex video?” (I saw the first one. Ahem. Whoa.)
If playing the word association game with her name, noteworthy isn’t one that
comes to mind for me. I clicked.
The
trending headline was “Pamela Anderson Runs NYC Marathon; Tweets Pics.” Of
course she tweeted pictures. It’s another celebrity media stunt.
I
scanned the article searching for her time. 5:41:03. That’s slow. People I know
finish in less than 4:30. Many finish under 4:00. Some even qualify for Boston.
I
also needed visual evidence so I scanned the web for picture proof. She actually ran it and, indeed, looked exhausted. Then exhilarated and proud.
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I was most certainly judging her. I had the audacity to mock her the next day like a pompous, Monday morning quarterback. Yes, I did.
As I sat on my fat ass Sunday morning, Tribune strewn casually around me, coffee cup in one hand and a Quinn’s fudge covered donut in the other; Pam Anderson ran a fucking marathon. Not only did cover 26.2 miles at a pace of 13:01 miles per hour (better than I could do), she’d previously set up a donation page on CrowdRise.com for Haiti raising $76,000 in her effort.
Who am I to fucking judge anyone?
I don’t know her at all. I don’t know how she lives
her life. I don’t know whom she loves or, maybe more importantly, who loves her
back. I certainly know she’s managed to stay out of the tabloids in recent
years (I perpetually scan the rags in checkout lines). She’s raising a couple
of boys as a single mom. I remember that.
In my own eyes, this had unfair written all over it.
Judging is my biggest pet peeve. I hate when I’m the target
especially when people don’t know me (it’s worse when they do). I've been on that end. It’s
hurtful. So I try very hard not to do the same.
Why was my immediate reaction negative? Because she’s
made a few mistakes in her past? If she were a non-celebrity, I would never
know about them.
And how can you not
make mistakes living life? I’ve made more than anyone I know. And what would I
do if my back shelf closet skeletons or worst mistakes were accessible over the
ether for all to know and judge? I wouldn’t handle it well, I’ll tell you.
“When I finish the race,
whatever people’s perceptions of me, this is what I’ve done for a great cause,
hopefully inspiring others to do things like this,” she told ESPN. “Everyone
has their war stories about being in marathons. But I just think, ‘You know, it’s
a great way to see New York.’ Running the marathon is definitely one of the
crazier things I’ve done in my career… I know Hef [Hugh Hefner] is really proud
of me!”
Hef? Okay, maybe she should stop while she’s ahead. Gina!!!
(Did you know that Pam’s shorn her long, flowing, sexy
blonde locks in favor of a “pixie cut”? I didn’t.)
I am no better than Pamela Anderson, sex tape or not.
Yesterday, I sunk to a superficial low and felt crappy about it.
Note to shelf: Don’t judge those you don’t know.
Correction. Don’t judge anyone. You don’t walk in their stilettos…
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| Tweeted after the race and exactly how I would look ;-) nydailynews.com |
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