I Stole a Rubber Band From Work the Other Day

I wasn't blogging much for a while because I had nothing to say.  Of course when I finally think of one thing, a slew of topics pop up and I have a hard time choosing.  There are work things to tell you about, some jewish stuff, there's an interesting project going on in the blog-world, it's just hard to choose.  But I'm going with the lying and publicity issue.

Really, I did steal a rubber band at work earlier this week.  I know I should have bought it instead.  Thing is, I only needed one.  In seven years, I've only ever needed one.  And the old one broke.  Understandable, but still wrong.  

There's this game show on tv - The Moment of Truth - that disgusts me.  Last week some woman admitted she wished she'd married her ex-boyfriend in front of the man she'd married.  And other awful things.  It's not THAT awful to admit that.  But it IS that awful to admit that on national television.  

When you're going to do something that's going to definitely affect someone else's life negatively, the right thing to do is let THEM decide when people will find out about it.  (Don't get me wrong - the guy had to know, on some level, that the producers picked his wife because she'd have some juicy secrets to share, but still.)  

Why is everyone so desperate to be on television, no matter that it won't make them rich, that their 15 minutes of fame will go by very quickly, and it very well may ruin their real lives?  What on earth is SO GREAT about being on tv?  

Why is it worth ruining someone else's life?  I can not understand this.