Okay, so Kanye West spouted off yesterday about all his pet peeves lining the streets of New York. And while Kanye thinks that being a fashionably unaware civilian must be such a drag, I think certain things about being a celebrity would drive me nuts. Here are a few things I think I’d get sick of — before other people’s fashion sense — if I were famous. 


Having to cross my feet for pictures all the time. Have you ever tried doing it? It might be flattering, but it’s hard! I’d probably fall; I’m no ballerina. 


Traveling constantly. I’m a creature of habit. And while I like to take a vacation now and then, I would freaking hate not going home each night to my own bed. Traveling exhausts me — airplanes, buses, cars… motion sickness is the worst. I’d be a pretty irritable celeb.

Having no privacy. It could be anything, from a makeup-free day to a nervous breakdown; it doesn’t matter because everyone’s ready to be up in your business. You decide to have kids, you have to think of the PR angle for releasing the photos. You want to go on a blind date, the paparazzi is going to be sneaking pics of you and your new “beau”. It’s way too much for me. I’d go postal.

Having people do stuff for me all the time. I mean, getting my nails done, that’s one thing. But having someone carry my umbrella? What am I, totally useless? I have arms. I’ve never been one to ask for help, so having someone waiting on me hand and foot would make me feel like I was overdrawing at the karma bank or something.

Schmoozing constantly. Ugh, there’s only one thing I hate more than someone kissing my butt, and that’s someone expecting me to kiss theirs in return. I’ve always had a keen sense for when someone’s blowing smoke up my skirt, and I detest it. Smarmy acquaintances who are “good contacts to have” and the politics of it all… the celebrities can have it.
So, Kanye, I guess you’re a stronger fellow than me for putting up with the PR roller coaster that is fame and fortune. And while the money is probably great, there’s a reason we’re not all cut out to be celebrities. They take the good with the bad.  It’s a delicate balance, but I’ll take my humble life any day.

Do you think you could take being famous?

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