What is the nature of celebrity in society? Is it to enlighten? Darken? Distract? Dim? Is any morality owed to the sycophants who adore celebrity? How do we explain and frame Keith Richards’ recent admission he snorted his father’s ashes mixed with cocaine and then his quick recantation of that confession?
Do you suffer from the “Curse of the Common Name” 
or are you one of those blessed with a truly unique name that identifies you before anyone actually meets you?
I’ve always hated the name “David” because it was so common.
I much preferred “Keith” growing up but I never had the gumption to insist others actually refer to me by that name.
My father wanted to call me “Rocky” but my mother demanded the ordinary safe “David” harbor to the extraordinary rough shore. I’m not thrilled with the idea I was almost a Rocky, but anything is better than the “beloved” David.
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