There are A LOT of reasons why I think it would be occasionally unpleasant to be a celebrity. You can’t gain ten pounds without everyone wondering if you’re pregnant, you can’t go to the market for ice cream during a break-up without seeing your pain all over the cover of Us Weekly (or, worse, seeing your ex all over someone on the cover of Us Weekly), people are potentially hiding in your bushes, and of course there are a bunch of evil, evil bitches waiting to note that you look like you got dressed in the dark. (That one at least seems easiest to fix; people wear different clothes every day, so maybe tomorrow you will look as if you dressed in the light! Keep hope alive!) THAT BEING SAID:
Having to pop over to Paris to open a new Tiffany & Co there does NOT seem like a hardship. And for my money, actually, neither does this dress.