Yo, Stevie! I know ya'll don't get much excitement living out there in the middle of the cornfields, so I'll not bore you with the names of the people I've met, talked to, shared common interests with (you know, like Tony Curtis, who not only was a genuine star, but a genuinely nice person) or just the folks I saw in LA and said, "Hello!" to from time to time.
Now that I live in the middle of BFE, you know what? I still don't care. They're people. They crap between two shoes, have the same issues, etc. You know the difference between me and them? I don't need to have someone stick a camera in my face to get a sense of validation, and the people who love me do so because of who I am and what I mean to them, not some character on a long-forgotten show.
IOW, people love the REAL me. Try it sometime.