I remember being a little girl, watching my normally level-headed mother get starstruck over Princess Diana. “Mo-om,” I’d protest, “how can you admire someone you’ve never even met so much?” I tended not to like activities without a point throughout my childhood and teenage years, so I never really got it back then.  (Books about science?  Acceptable.  People magazine?  Not so much.)  Then I wised up in my early twenties, realized the enjoyment sometimes is the point, of the activity if not it all (deep... read more