Seriously … why do I get so worked up about these things? I’m so disappointed in her VMA performance. I’m so upset. At one point, I thought I might cry.

I still have hope for her. I still think she can do it – performer, wife, mother – the whole package. Maybe I feel sorry for her because she’s so young. Perhaps she’s the younger sister I never had.

Realize, too, that I know that this is weird. I’m not obsessed (well, maybe slightly). I just want her to live the life that I know she can.

Why do I always feel compelled to root for the underdog?