“Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” – Oscar Wilde.
I don’t mind the idea of being famous. Even the reality, I suppose, could be interesting. If nothing else it would make for a good psychological case study – sudden fame and personality and what-have-you. I don’t know, I’m an English major.
However, I don’t want to be someone else. My fame would come from novels and creative writing. Short stories, whatever. If I can write it, then I’m happy for it to make me famous after a lot of hard work. None of this instant fame-in-a-bottle for me. At the risk of sounding very pretentious, I’d like for my work to be criticised, good and bad, and often. Take time away from reality TV and trashy teen lit.
Ideally my famous persona would also use a lot of Kiwi idioms – I understand ‘sweet as’ can be a bit of a puzzle for some – and use my fame for good, ie spreading news about talented little bands who deserve recognition, as well as charity.
With all this in mind, the famous person I’d like to be is a well-known novelist – myself.