Celebrity is as Celebrity Does

 
The quote is neither mine, nor Oscar Wilde’s –– but from Harry Potter’s The Chamber of Secrets.
You see, I’ve been informed that 8 year-old Jonah has suggested that I appear as Professor Lockhart for his Harry Potter viewing party this Friday night.
A quick google reveals this description:
“Gilderoy Lockhart was a foppish, blandly handsome wizard with wavy blonde hair and particularly straight and shiny teeth. He was known for wearing flamboyant and flashy robes in a wide assortment of colours.”
[A funny synchronicity –– just as I typed this, I am listening to a Jack Canfield interview where he talked about Harry Potter always ending with a cliffhanger moment.]
Anyway, I suppose there are worse things than being “blandly handsome” (and God Knows, it’s getting a little boring how everyone thinks of me as the George Clooney of the yoga scene.)
I don’t exactly have any flashy robes, but I have secretly been loving wearing this incredible bright red, belted fleece bathrobe (made in Vancouver, I just checked the tag), especially during the rare moments where Belle requires a late night walk.  In fact, at 3 am last night, you might have been lucky enough to have caught a glimpse of this outfit (my ersatz cape, as it were) complete with pajama bottoms for a late night stroll on Telegraph Hill.
Celebrity is as Celebrity Does …
Oddly, the bulk of my day has been devoted to “celebrity” author issues –– drafts back and forth with the fantastic Alex about the new press release;  fine-tuning the new page for my CREATIVE GURU services with endorsements and copy; chatting with Andrea Lake about our soon-to-be-scheduled tele-call.
Anyway, it seems that Professor Lockheart is mostly a fraud –– he’s a bestselling author but eventually exposed for making up most of his heroic adventures, using memory charms to get away with it.
Apparently –– according to Wikipedia –– “Rowling has said Lockhart is the only character she has ever based on a real-life person. Lockhart was inspired by an unrevealed acquaintance who was ‘even more objectionable than his fictional counterpart’ and ‘used to tell whopping great fibs about his past life, all of them designed to demonstrate what a wonderful, brave and brilliant person he was.'”
Since I’m continuously astonished whenever anything works out remotely well for me –– my mission to simply to avoid Total Disaster –– I guess Rowling hasn’t really been spying on my 3 am bathrobe walks, after all.
Celebrity is as Celebrity Does …