Every now and then, I pull my attention away from the hallowed halls of academia and try to catch up on the happenings elsewhere in the world.
Who am I kidding? I’m something like a celebrity gossip and reality TV junkie in my spare time. Hey, there’s no shame in being well-rounded. At least this is what I tell myself to make myself OK with mindless entertainment. While taking a “blog break” away from conferencing this week, I happened upon this article on my alleged celebrity look-alike, Serena Williams.
Random fact about me: There was a time in my life when I would get stopped by people rather frequently and asked, “Has anyone ever told you you look like Serena Williams?” Hasn’t happened in awhile, but nevertheless, my ears always perk up whenever she’s in the news.
Now I’m no sports blogger. I don’t even watch tennis. And despite having an uncle whose profession includes teaching folks how to play tennis, I never learned. *hangs head in shame*
The most interesting part of this article was Serena’s admission that she didn’t LOVE tennis. At first, I was semi-shocked into silence. How can one of the most winningest (is this a real word?) tennis players in the world “not love” her sport? Does she mean like if she were to never play again – gasp – she wouldn’t miss it? [click to continue…]
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