I would have loved to have met Rosie O'Donnell at the signing she did this week in Manhattan for her new stream-of-consciousness tell-all, "Celebrity Detox," but I knew it would have been a madhouse trying to get through the line to her. Plus, isn't the whole point of the book how wrong it is that fame gives you such a twisted view of reality with all of these yes-people wanting to kiss your ass 24 hours a day. (Do I really need to add myself to the list?) I love Rosie, but I think the only way to know her now is to have known her back when (you know, like on the bowling league back in Commack?). One of my favorite things she ever talked about is how she briefly became estranged from her siblings because after she became a star she started trying to dominate the conversation around the family and acted like she was the most important person in the room. As everyone knows, that just doesn't fly with big Irish families (or any, right?). I thought this revelation about her and the minor reality check it gave her was very genuine, which makes me think this book is going to be a fun read. That said, it does seem like Ro did have time for one special old friend ... 
Madonna and Rosie O'Donnell: A league of their own 
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