Posh and Becks are Just Like Us?

Well, friends, it is time for me to unveil my dirty little secret. I am totally obsessed with celebrity gossip. Not all celebs, just the ones I am intrigued by. Brit, Reese, Posh, Brooke (that's Shields for you non Jordache wearers), Holmes. Speaking of Holmes (on a side note); my Dad used to live in Wilmington, NC where Dawson's Creek was filmed. That's right, folks. Pretend you never watched it. Whateva. Anyhoo, my brother and I were celeb obsessed then, too. He actually did a few episodes on the show as an extra and then as "young Dawson". We used to follow Kate around. Not like stalking. Well, not really anyway. She drove a Honda Accord. Seriously! And she lived in a really normal ranch style house in a neighborhood out by the airport, which is where the Universal East studios were. Everyone said she was a bitch in person, but I totally don't believe it. She just oozed sweet. Now she just oozes weird. Damned Tom.
Okay, back to Posh and Becks. Is it just me or does it seem odd that they have a garage door opener fastened to the visor of the car? I mean, I drive a VOLVO and it has the programmable garage door opener thingy so you don't have to have that gizmo in the car. These people are mega celebrities for goodness sake. What else do their assistants have to do besides program the garage door thingy in the car? For real. This just confirms my assertion from many moons ago that I should be a celebrity assistant. Can you imagine all the stuff Posh gets from designers for free that she might, just might give you? You KNOW I'm not talking clothes here since she's a size negative two. But handbags and shoes? Dear Lord. I would be in pure brand name heaven.