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Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

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Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

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April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

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Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

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April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review April 25, 2008 / 20 Nissan 5768

Feel like a celeb — faux sure!

By Lori Borgman

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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Time magazine reports that you can now hire personal paparazzi to follow you around like you're some big-shot celebrity. You can pay freelance photographers to chase you, shove cameras in your face and shout intrusive personal questions. Apparently it's becoming the next big thing for teen birthday parties and GenXers.

Why should young people have all the fun? I'm wondering if it might not be just the thing for our 30th wedding anniversary next month. Wouldn't the husband be surprised?

I can see it now: We emerge from the restaurant after a leisurely dinner. A small herd of photographers materialize from nowhere; flashes light up the night; the whir of motor drives pierce the air and a crowd begins to gather.

There's shoving and pushing, and the crowd of night-time revelers, most in their mid-20s, stampedes over the husband and me, wondering where the beautiful people are.

It's hard to picture either of us attracting a crowd. Tripping and sprawling on the pavement might draw a second look. Maybe being hit by a falling piano could draw a crowd of four or five if you count the paramedics, but other than that, we're just not the faux celebrity type.

Oh, I suppose we could give ourselves the Hollywood edge by wearing sunglasses at night. Then again, at our age, it could just mean we had our eyes dilated at the optometrist's office.

Even if we were temporarily mistaken for celebs, what kind of questions would paparazzi shout to a couple like us?

"Is it true you're still using Tupperware you got as shower gifts 30 years ago?"

"No comment," I'd snap, shielding my eyes from the incessant flashes with my hands.

"Did you choose this four-star restaurant because the husband had a buy-one-get-one-entrée-free coupon?"

"Balderdash!" the husband would snap. This would be an opportune time for me to pause, smile, and give that Reese Witherspoon over-the-shoulder pose.

"Do you think being faithful to one another has hurt your chance at political office?"

Outraged at such a personal question, the husband and I would start running in an attempt to lose the paparazzi. Of course, we would be running and running for many city blocks, because the husband, no doubt, would have insisted on metered street parking (free after 6) which is much cheaper than paying for valet parking.

Once the paparazzi found out how far they would have to run they would drop like flies.

Paparazzi for hire is actually very logical. If you run out of celebs to harass, why not offer your skills to the masses? After all, we do live in self-obsessed times with an endless bottom to the narcissistic well.

Such faux fame comes with a price tag, anywhere in the neighborhood of $250 to $1500. If you still have money to burn, you can purchase a package deal that includes a bouncer to handle the crowd (should you be so lucky to draw a crowd).

There was no firm dollar amount, however, for what one must pay to forgo privacy, stable mental health or have your car run off the road.

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