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长得与好莱坞明星相像的好处就是：在众“fans”追逐的目光里，为了不让他们失望，原本不修边幅的我开始日益关注自己的形象，并最终成功减肥。 Brentwood has gotten to be one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Los Angeles. Rolls-Royces are so common along San Vicente Boulevard that nobody glances.[1] Celebrities are an everyday sighting. I worked hard to keep up with the rising cost of living on the Westside. I kept gaining weight because I spent so many hours at my computer. At some point I noticed that people were staring at me, often giving me those double takes[2]. The box boys[3] at the supermarket spoke to me with respect – and when you get respect from a box boy, he must think you’re really important. People were mistaking me for somebody else. But who? There weren’t that many possibilities. It had to be somebody who weighed close to 300 pounds and wore a full beard. I enjoyed the way people would suddenly turn to look at me as if I wore wings. Nobody mentioned my name, but naturally they assumed I knew who I was. I could hardly ask, “By the way, who am I?” Nobody asked for my autograph[4]. That might have enabled me to learn my name. Of course, I could have simply confessed that I wasn’t who they thought I was, but I wouldn’t have wanted to disappoint them. Besides, I was afraid of being taken for an imposter and treated with appropriate contempt.[5] | 
