It's not the movies that have gotten smaller, it's the celebrities

One of the fun things about living in NYC is that there are a lot of celebrities here, and they walk around the streets and pop charmingly into delis and wait in bathroom lines, unlike L.A., which has more celebrities, but they don't actually walk around or wait for anything. I have friends who can spot a star a mile away, and constantly amaze me with their sightings. But, as I was reading Gawker Stalker tonight, I realized that I rarely spot any of the multitude of celebs my fellow New Yorkers apparently ogle every day, and it's maybe not so much because I'm oblivious (although I'm sure that plays a part) but it's because I have no freakin' clue what some of these folks look like (or even WHO some of them are).

Now, on the Gawker list, I'm pretty confident I would have recognized: Jeremy Piven, Lindsey Lohan, Nicole Kidman, Katie Couric, Bob Woodruff, Meryl Streep, Sandra Bernhard, Mike Myers, Jane Fonda, John Lithgow, Tony Danza.

I KNOW I would not have recognized: Kevin Connolly, Elijah Wood, Ben Gibbard, Moby, Anna Paquin, Ron Rifkin, Michael Kors, Malcolm Gladwell, Sally Singer, Betsey Johnson, Ruth Reichl, BD Wong, Andrew Shue, Ice-T, Gavin Degraw.

And the few leftovers fall into the "maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't" category: Kate Moss, Victor Garber, and "Wayne," the brother from "The Wonder Years." (Even the Gawker Stalker didn't know his name).

Is it just me, but why does anyone know what Ben Gibbard looks like?

And ok, maybe Kate would ring a bell if she was doing this at the time: