They feel so fake, to buddy up with associates at William Reeds so we can get on the 50 best list.
It is so gross and inhumane and weird. They don't know what we do, they don't know what we stand for. But yet, we pull out red carpets for them when we see them.
I wish for a world where we know who is who because we talk to each other. Not because their face is featured on a lifestyle magazine.