People often ask me what I like about being a journalist.

“Is it because you get to write? Do you like it because you get to tell the truth and stand up for what is right? Do you like having your name in the paper?”

Yeah, but journalists usually do it for a different reason – they get to interview famous people.

I spent some time rubbing elbows with an astronaut, a ghost hunter and a comedian. Seriously. I made it a point to actually touch my elbow against theirs. Some of them then proceeded to touch their elbow against my kidney.

I asked them interesting questions like, “Do you kill ghosts with a spear?” and “What is it like in space?”

Unfortunately, I asked this to comedian Tammy Pescatelli, who thankfully, didn’t put me in her act.

I rode along to pick up ghost hunter John Zaffis from the airport. We could tell it was him; he looked like he had seen a ghost.

The airport lost his luggage. I wanted to ask if a ghost could have stolen it, but instead I asked him what it was like growing up a Sicilian woman in Cleveland.

He did, however, tell us about his crazy profession, which included exorcisms, not to be confused with circumcisions (I’m not going to explain the difference).

So I got a little confused. But the bottom line is, I was hanging out with people who are on national television. The closest I ever got was starring in a furniture commercial.

I worked hard to ask insightful questions, full of meaning and quality, stuff like, “Did you know the letters in your name spell ‘a ace smell my pitt? (Tammy Pescatelli)'”

Something that may shock many people is that famous people are normal people; they just get more attention.

For example, if Joe Student is putting ketchup on a hamburger, no one would care. But if Tammy Pescatelli is putting ketchup on a hamburger, 300 people would do the same thing.

That’s the difference.

Now, I’ve had a large response to last week’s column in regards to deodorant. The responses I got were “why do you want to know?,” “none of your business” and “none.”

I won’t say who said what. If I did, everyone may stop wearing deodorant, I would die of asphyxiation, come back and haunt Southern and you would have to invite John Zaffis back to campus.

I wonder if he would remember me?