Someone hacked into iCloud yesterday and broadcast quite a few naked pictures of celebrities onto the internet. Aside from the validation of my decision not to use iCloud, this gave me pause over the whole celebs taking naked pictures fascination.
I may be one of only 3 people on the planet who have never had the urge to take a picture of herself naked. Ever. Really. If I want to know what I look like naked, I use a mirror.
Then I either do the happy dance, or I go drink. Depending upon how many times I went to see my trainer over the previous month.
But I’ve never wanted a keepsake from that moment.
I mean, if we’re going to learn from history, think for a moment – for how many celebs/politicians has this naked picture/sex video thing worked out badly? Okay, then.
But if you are someone who needs a memento from that special moment in front of the mirror, perhaps while you’re with Mr Right Now, here’s a hint: Try Polaroid. Then put it in a safe. Or at least the bottom of your lingerie drawer. Don’t trust that stuff to technology.
Crimeny.
Have a brain cell. Please.
People often ask me if ghosts see us in our more vulnerable moments. The answer is yes. Oddly.
True ghosts – those spirits who have not yet crossed over – have personalities and interests that are roughly the same as their living interests were. So, if they tended toward unsavory interests while they were alive, the same is often true while they wander around in death.
I know. It’s awful. But it’s true.
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