We are a “celebrity culture,” fixated and fascinated by the rich and famous because everything they do seems so much larger than life.

They are over the top gorgeous. (Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt, anyone?)

They are outrageously rich. (Julie Roberts gets $20 million per movie).

They are hysterically funny (one of my favorite comedians, Bill Murray, has a sister who is a Sister: Nancy Murray, a member of the Adrian Dominican Sisters, a flourishing Congregation of the Order of Preachers, which has a motherhouse in Adrian, Michigan)

or they are psychotically tragic (Brittany Spears, Amy Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan, and on and on).

Every facet of their lives become part of the public domain and the public demand. Excess is expected and extolled. In fact, there is nothing better for building a bigger ce…