My boyfriend and I went to the Einstien exhibit today at a museum. We were sort hit over the head with the truth that the "greatest" thinker of the 20th century was a raging sex and love addict (i.e. womanizer for non-12-step-speak). The museum had all the letters he had written to his mistresses on display, as if the curators were trying to advertise the fact that we need to all take the crazy-haired dude down a couple of notches. Well, it worked. I arrived all ready to go into people-worship mode for the man who said that "imagination is more important than knowledge. But I left feeling that Einstein was, yet, another overrated white man with some charm, good ideas and a lotta confidence.

Why he gotta go and be like that?

I'm still waiting for someone that I can, like, really worship, you know? Like, Jesus, only without the cult following. It's hard to live in the land of celebrity culture and rugged individual when everyone with an iota of genius turns out to have the character of a reality television scapegoat. I know, I know....my parents were just human beings and I need to practice the art of forgiveness...but I'm kind of done with the people worship (does this mean I'm old?).

Just for today, I don't need anyone to look up to ('cept myself).