Ah, celebrities. Film stars, rock gods, models and people who are famous simply for being … famous. How our society adores them. Every popular magazine, every TV station and all over the internet, celebrities magnetise readers and viewers.
What if you were to meet someone really, really famous - someone who is idolised, who pulls a crowd wherever he or she goes, whose face is all over the media all the time?
What if that celebrity were to indicate that their great wish would be to spend a little time with you?
What if you were 14 years old? Or less?
We really need to teach our children well about this stuff.
In England, it's recently been exposed that a now-dead celebrity, TV presenter Jimmy Savile (who incidentally looked exactly like the maggot he was) indulged in six decades of child sexual abuse - boys and girls of all ages, whom he assaulted or raped - from when he was in his 20s to his 80s.
Savile's disgusting lust had to have been enabled and sheltered from view by many, many people - people dazzled by his fame despite the fact that he had absolutely no talent whatsoever. The Queen knighted him; the Pope bestowed a Papal knighthood. It's enough to make you want to throw up.
Savile was enabled at the BBC TV studios, where he hosted a program called Jim'll Fix It. He'd select a few children who wrote in with a wish, and make their dreams come true. He lives on in the nightmares of the many children he abused in a curtained-off area of his BBC dressing room, or in his sleazy caravan.
He was also enabled by hospitals, jails, reform schools and even a hospice for dying children, where his fame bought him the run of the place and access to vulnerable young people.
Never heard of Jimmy Savile? Well, you will have heard of Michael Jackson.
Jackson created the Neverland theme park on his property … and invited, who else? Children to visit him there. They slept in his bed.
He had enablers, people who concealed what he did. Jackson had a great talent going for him, at least … but the story is otherwise the same. Exactly like Savile, he got away with it.
It's one thing for a star to have bad manners and indulge bad habits; it's quite another to harm other people and break society's rules in the process.
Hidden behind their stardust, our false idols do as they please.
They will only face the checks and balances of ordinary life when we stop treating them like gods.
Women dance against rape, The Other Woman, page 8.