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I can’t be the only one... who is glad we've found non-celebrity heroes
Way back in the 1990s, when we were obsessed with ER and George Clooney in his scrubs, the writer Julie Burchill penned an excellent column – well ahead of its time, really – in which she wondered why it was that people who pretended to be doctors and nurses got paid more than people who were actually doctors and nurses. I remember reading it and thinking ‘she’s got a very good point there’, before moving on to the next thing, which was probably dancing around my bedroom to the Spice Girls. The ’90s were the very beginning of celebrity culture as we know it, the dawn of reality television and gossip magazines and all that other trash that has, until now, dominated our attention.