I am completely out of touch. As I said the other day, I exist in a strange Universe that fails to acknowledge the existence of people whom the rest of the world idolizes. I have no idea who K-Fed is, other than his name is Kevin Federline. How he earns a living, I have no idea. Presumably, he earns it from royalties over the use of his name or just by following Britney Spears around.
Salma Hayak's marriage is off. I had no idea she was engaged. I also had to look up the spelling of her name. I think she was engaged to a French sports car. A Pinault, whatever that is. Probably a two-seater.
And who is this Brangelina character? It sounds like an ice cream flavor or one of those fruity cocktail mixes, but it's somebody's baby. I found out it's Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. She's Jon Voight's kid, right? George Costanza used to drive his 1989 LeBaron convertible.
It took me a while to figure out that the cute girl on the Dunkin' Donuts commercials was a daytime talk show host. Then she wore that headgear and got people talking about her. I watch the show sometimes when I'm home during the day and I have to say, I don't get it. I figure that there are enough TV channels that just about anyone can have a show. She tells people what to eat.
Then I think, maybe I don't need to know who these people are.