Guest Post: Molly O’Keefe on Celebrity Fantasies
I have a well-worn fantasy that Ben Affleck and Matt Damon come over to my house for Thanksgiving dinner. (Why THAT is my fantasy for those two men is clearly something I should worry about). For some reason their cars break down in front of my parent’s house (what they are doing with their families in the corn fields of Northern Illinois at Thanksgiving is irrelevant) and because of the holiday and despite their fame, they need to hang out until their cars are fixed.
So, of course they come in for Thanksgiving dinner. All eleven of them.
Things start off rough. My parent’s normally unshakeable Midwestern practicality gets all shaken up by the celebrity. I’m trying too hard to make them feel comfortable and not like strangers in a strange land. Read more