Now here's a gal that I can believe isn't pulling our leg. She used to be a sexy wench, stripping for her husband in a spy movie in the 80's, as I recall. Nowadays, Jamie Lee Curtis isn't striving to be some hot chick . I don't think she ever was striving, and when she was a hottie, it came naturally enough to make her authenticlly hot. Now she's authentic because she has gray hair, she advertises yogurt that helps women who are constipated, and she humbles herself to hand the stuff out at grocery stores. I say we hold her up as a role model because she's not a phoney.

The worst thing about our pop culure is all the phoney role models.

The pop culture that invades our homes has truly warped our minds. Beliefs about celebrity and the lifestyles of celebrities aren't accurate. Not that the accuracy of these beliefs matter much, but some of us fantasize about being a celebrity.

A closer look reveals a paradox: Being a celebrity usually means enduring huge amounts of rejection on the way up, and when you finally get there, it involves enduring vicious attacks.

If you do anything stupid, it gets trumpeted around the world, and usually helps your career, thereby reinforcing the behavior. From where I stand, (peaceful obscurity), being a celebrity looks like a rip off.

Someone once asked me, when I was just starting out in business, "Do you want to get rich and famous?" I said, "No. I want to get rich and then lay low." I haven't accomplished either, but I found happiness anyway. Therefore, neither is necessary for happiness. But our pop culture holds fame up as if it were the equivalent of significance, which it isn't. But at least some actors are genuine.

Which brings us back to Jamie Lee, that Petunia in an Onion patch. In the same age group as Madonna, she accepts her position on the timeline of life. Madonna hasn't, and I wish she would, and soon. (I hear she's single now. I think she and Mick Jagger would make a cute couple. But then again, neither is young enough for the other.)

Wouldn't a celebrity eventually come to suspect the value of the adoration of fans? Does "Oh! My GOD!!!! Madonna, you're great!" mean anything after years of hearing it? I bet it does to Madonna.

If Madonna doesn't have a mutual feeling about her fans, the joke's on her: "Adored by peons, what does that mean, anyway? I'm freakin' Madonna, for crying out loud. And Drudge runs a pic of me looking old and scary. Photoshopped, I'm sure. Time for my workout."

But Jamie Lee is delightful. She's evidently taken a minimum wage job at a grocery store handing out free samples of yogurt that helps women poop. (Not men, they don't use yogurt as a laxative, they use Beef Jerky, SlimJims, Wild Wings, Burritos, etc.) What kind of actress would humble herself to such an extent? One that knew we wouldn't think less of her for being a real person playing a fake role. But authenticity beams forth from this woman like she glows in the dark. Perhaps its the special bacteria in the yogurt, the genetically-enhanced-digestion-aiding-glow-in-the-dark kind. Maybe Saturday Nite Live has a different opinion:http://www.hulu.com/watch/17002/saturday-night-live-activia-yogurt