How Embarrassing!
There’s a scene in the rom-com Notting Hill where, at a small gathering, one friend is introduced to another friend’s date. Casual banter ensues with the others looking on, waiting for the friend to realize he’s talking to mega star Anna Scott (Julia Roberts). He asks what she does (“I’m an actress”) and continues to expound on how many actors barely scrape by. He then asks, “Last film you did. What did you get paid?” We wait for it... wait for it... “Fifteen million dollars.” Later, when he finds out who she is, it gets even more embarrassing. (You can watch the initial scene here .) For me, that brand of embarrassment happened when I was a few years out of college and found myself involved in a wonderful philanthropic organization that was hosting a prominent speaker. I was asked to write an article about her for the newsletter. The organization’s president beckoned me forward so I could meet the women. I shook her hand (or so I thought) and told her how she’s made differ...
