It’s a good thing I’m not a movie star because I would be like Greta Garbo.
I would not appreciate being chased for my autograph all over the place.
I would not appreciate the paparazzi’s taking zoom lens photos of me in my bikini as I sunbathe on the roof of my penthouse or kiss my new boyfriend or even the paparazzi's taking photos of me walking in the park with my two greyhounds.
I would resent not being able to take out the trash in my old bathrobe in the wee hours of the morning if I wanted to.
I would not appreciate going to the super market to pick up a bottle of milk and discovering an unflattering close-up of me on the cover of the National Enquirer.
I would not appreciate a long article about me and my cellulite and plastic surgery nor a lengthy discussion on some talk show exposing the medical before and after sketches.
I would not appreciate always having to be gorgeous. I would like to be myself.
I would not like having to shop at Saks-Fifth Avenue. I would miss shopping at the Good Wills across America.
I would not want fame.
I would not like people having a false image of me, liking the image, and not even knowing who I am.
Yes, it’s a good thing I’m not a movie star.