You really don't. Sure, it makes you rich (usually). But it also makes you paranoid, insecure and self-obsessed. And, if you're really unlucky, dead. Like poor Whitney Houston, with "recreated" photos of your corpse on the cover of The National Enquirer. The Aussie weekly magazines pay tribute to Whitney today. One is even on the stands three days early. Death sells. Well it did with Steve Irwin and Belinda... Continue Reading →