My Fifteen Seconds of Fame

Andy Warhol originally predicted that in the future everyone would be famous for fifteen minutes, but since the 1960s when he said that, things have sped up a lot. It's down to fifteen seconds now. Although maybe Warhol actually got it right when he altered his oft-quoted line: "In fifteen minutes, everybody will be famous," because now, everybody is famous. I mean, look at Twitter, look at your friends' constant FacePlace updates, look at the proliferation of blogs, look at me! Look at me! We all think everyone cares about our every thought these days. We're all famous.

But that wasn't what I sat down to write today. I'm here to point out the evidence that I truly have no life: I have traded social contact for TV. I record way more television than I could ever watch sans DVR. But one of my favorite shows, which I've mentioned before and watch every night (usually a day behind, thanks Digital Recording Device!), is The Hour with (everyone's boyfriend) George Stroumboulopoulos.

This season The Hour has been running a feature where small kids ask questions their parents can't answer, and the show's viewers help out. This week we saw a super cute 4-year-old Canucks fan asking why swear words exist when we're not supposed to say them. I happened to be checking out the CBC website for another reason on Wednesday, and as a cursing afficionado myself, decided to send a note to the show with my answer. Nothing world shattering, just that it's fun and stress-relieving to do things we're not supposed to do, and at least swearing doesn't hurt anybody like some other acts of rebellion.

Then I felt like a total dork for talking to a television show, especially one that has approximately 12 viewers in my home country. But you can't unsend gmail, and I knew they'd never bother with it anyway.

Imagine my surprise when (on Thursday night's show) I heard Strombo say, "Sarah Anderson from Seattle says..." WHAT?!

During the brief segment, they talked to a famous Canadian author, and read three e-mails: one from a famous Canadian actor, one from a famous Canadian musician, and one from me. That's right, Bitches, I'M A CANADIAN CELEBRITY!

Or at least I was for 15 seconds.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get some packing done. I'm totally moving back to Canada. Because they love me there. I'm super famous.

Or maybe I'll just go watch a documentary that I recorded from the History Channel until the hockey game starts... Hm. Tough decision...