"You see, George, you've really had a wonderful life . . ."

While standing in the food court waiting for our pizza, Jon and I lazily watched a Hannah Montana concert on a TV bolted to the ceiling. She pranced around on stage, all grins and swirling blonde hair, while a screaming mob of fans thronged around the stage.

Me: “You know, sometimes I feel sorry for her.”

Jon: “Yeah. People like that have no life.”

Huh? I’ve categorized the famous as lonely, desparate, constricted, upside-down, backwards, confused, conflicted. But lifeless? George Bailey had no life. Jean Louise Finch had no life. Naomi had no life. Miley Cyrus, on the other hand, is pretty, rich, and famous. She is obviously experiencing life to its fullest.

But I wonder if she has ever had to change a flat tire or a diaper.