Being a Celebrity...

... must be very difficult.

I was thinking about it seriously the other day. I was thinking that it must be nice to shop in Paris and vacation in St. Barts at the drop of a hat. Nice to buy a Miami Beach home while still keeping a Park Avenue penthouse. Convenient to have personal assistants and a personal chef. Designers shipping clothes to you hot off the press and jewelers vying to drip you in diamonds.

That's the good part. That's the part we all think about when we think about being rich and famous. That's the part we fantasize about while getting dressed to go to work. That's the side that you hear Robin Leach narrate.

Then there is the other side.

The real hard work side. The side that celebrities have to sometimes get up at 6 and film all day for months at a time. On the other side of the world. Away from the comforts of home, family and friends. Forget about going to the supermarket to get sugar on your own. There is paparazzi to contend with and then the aftermath if your hair and clothes were not styled just right. OMG! The horror!

We, the everyday people will even go as far as gaining 10 pounds and not even realize. Well I will. The celebrity does not have that luxury. Gain 5 pounds there is talk of a baby bump, lose 5 then there is talk of sickness. Even after childbirth. That's when the countdown is really on. How long before she gets back her pre-baby bod?

Quiet dinner out? What's that? People going through the garbage to see what brand soda I drink? Ludicrous right? Well, not for the celeb. That's just another garbage day.

The betrayal from friends that the average person deals with is magnified in national newspapers and websites. The uncertainty of not knowing who is there for you because of your status or because of you. The insecurity of not knowing whether your craft is going to be accepted well, especially if you've taken a chance outside of the norm. Then how that will play out in future projects.

Sure the glam side is fabulous, but at what price?