When I was younger, I thought that my older brother would grow up to be a rich computer genius (he did) and my younger brother would be rolling in the dough when he became a professional baseball player (he didn't.) I also thought that because my brothers would be rich, I could afford to take on a more humble position as a dolphin trainer at Sea World, and they would obviously share their Duck Tales-sized piles of gold with me (I didn't, and neither did they.) Having two brothers and eventually an additional two step-siblings taught me to share, but I guess I learned that whole concept a little too well.
I realize now that I was silly to think that my brothers would just pass on their earnings to me, but as I read an article about Hilary and Haylie Duff this morning, I came to the conclusion that some people never grew out of the idea of sibling mooching. Take Hilary, the younger and prettier sister. She grew up before our eyes on "Lizzie McGuire" and diversified her image by putting out some pretty catchy pop songs and starring in blockbusters like "Cheaper by the Dozen." Her older, less attractive sister, Haylie, waited for Hilary to do all the work and then found her opportune time to hitch a ride on the fame train. The first time I saw her, they were in a video together for a remake of "Our Lips are Sealed." Haylie, you should have kept your lips sealed, girl, because you're singing to the tune of "riding your sister's coattails," and it's not sounding pretty.
Sure, having a famous sibling must be tough, but do you really want to be listed among the ranks of Aaron Carter and Ashlee Simpson? Make a new name for yourself, if you're really talented. Or at least play off your sister's fame in another area, like Beyonce's mom did with her fashion design. For now, I think one Duff is quite enough.
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