Fun thread! Lori I think your cats count.
My friends and I won the Watermelon Queen Pageant at UCSD in the '80s, and got to drop the proverbial watermelon off the roof of one of the dorms. Pageant started in 60s when a physics exams asked how fast it would be going when it hit the ground and how far would it splat.
Turned into a take-off on beauty pageants, often with men winning. We were on the news but bleeped a lot. I was one of the pits.
Less fun, I was mistaken for the wife of a serial rapist (a cop!) by the media. I worked with said wife, and realized what was happening, let it happen so she could escape. She had to move out of her house within 24 hours of him being arrested, change her name, and start a new life for her and her baby.