# So, I guess I'm famous...

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**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [March 5, 2004, 3:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/so-i-guess-im-famous/232704 "2004-03-05T15:19:13Z")\
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**Author:** ![jovan](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/0ea827/32.png) [@jovan](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/jovan)\
**Post date:** [March 5, 2004, 3:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/so-i-guess-im-famous/232704/1 "2004-03-05T15:19:13Z")

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So I head to the shopping street this morning to, well, shop. It’s something I sometimes do, you know, buy groceries 'n stuff. Nothing terribly unusual, really. Just as I’m preparing myself mentally to inspect some fish I notice a woman staring at me. Late fourties maybe. Conservative looks. She seems to recognise me, which takes my mind off the swordfish and towards the more pressing question: “do I know this woman?” Try as I might to recall her, I can’t, and she’s now walking towards me.

“My god! Is it you?” She asks.  
To which I respond:  
?

This was a mistake as it got her thinking I didn’t speak the language. She starts rummaging through her purse and produces a magazine. Things start to slowly fall into place as I recognise the magazine in question. You see, a few months back, I was interviewed by a journalist for what I thought was an obscure publication.

“OMG! It _is_ you!” She said, comparing my picture with the real thing.

Then followed a slightly surreal conversation wherein she expressed her tremendous joy at meeting me “at last.” This was rather disconcerting considering that she didn’t appear to understand _exactly_ what I do, or even why I had been interviewed in the first place. What was even _more_ disconcerting was that she had _bookmarked_ the article. And was carrying a two month old magazine in her purse. It’s almost as though she’d been stalking me.

So _that_’s what it feels like to be famous, I was left thinking.

Tonight, I’m going to make sure to close the curtains before I go to bed. Wouldn’t want to find my picture in next week’s _Friday_. Next thing you know, my mom stops calling me and finds out what I’m up to by reading _Hola_.

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**Author:** ![DeadlyAccurate](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/ac91a4/32.png) [@DeadlyAccurate](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/DeadlyAccurate)\
**Post date:** [March 5, 2004, 3:32pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/so-i-guess-im-famous/232704/2 "2004-03-05T15:32:04Z")

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Ooh, creepy. What were you interviewed for? (I need to know so I can stalk you more properly.) 🙂

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**Author:** ![jovan](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/0ea827/32.png) [@jovan](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/jovan)\
**Post date:** [March 5, 2004, 4:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/so-i-guess-im-famous/232704/3 "2004-03-05T16:19:46Z")

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The magazine ran an education special and I was chosen to represent my school. (I just finished my master’s here.) The journalist was, ah, well, it might be my background, but she wasn’t very good IMO. While I think I was supposed to talk about the school, we ended up talking about me and the kind of research I do here. Unfortunately, after the thing got published I realised that a lot of what I said went right over her head. So, in the end even _I_ am not too sure what the article is saying.  
Which, I suppose, makes the stalking creepier.