So, delphica… was it Peter Weller?
Was planning on answering with an unqualified “sure” for everything but read this:
Yeah, I would have issues with that aspect, and it would unfortunately interfere. There were privacy issues when I dated a woman who was a low-level politician’s daughter, and I really disliked the extra level of scrutiny to which I, and “we” as a couple, were subjected. We made it past those obstacles (just to end up beached on the shoals of religious differences), but it was pretty bad. When her dad was in the news in his out-of-state locality, we did have a couple of photographers show up unexpectedly. And that’s low, low level politics, like city politician below mayor. I seriously can’t imagine the level of intrusion that occurs when you move up the chain. I still wonder how Cher’s bagel boy lasted years like he did.
I’d like to say I’d give it a go, and if any of my Hollywood crushes looked me up, I’d certainly try. I just don’t have the temperament or patience to deal with having my life be an open book for everyone in perpetuity. Date? Yeah, unqualified. Live with? Maybe, it’d have to be a very strong interpersonal bond or a very weak celebrity career. Marry? Probably only someone retired who was either willing to go incognito, or who was a b-level actress who wouldn’t be under scrutiny.
Nope. Zero interest in dealing with fame and publicity, even if only from the sidelines.
Lots of people earn big bucks and indeed bigger bucks than celebrities and are not famous or at least not celeb level famous. Indeed many people who are in the entertainment industry themselves. Producers for instance.
Me. Well yes. I doubt I could live in a LTR. Not just what you mentioned, but mist celebrities have a world view very different from my own.
In my, um, fantasies, I’m always some celebrity’s secret lover. That’s the only way I could think it could be pulled off, really. And it’s entirely the fame aspect. Yeah, some celebrities can pull off no one knowing about their significant other, but I’m fat, and that’s going to seem really, really novel.
The only way I’ve thought it might work is if no one knows we’re actually an item, thinking I’m just some relative or something. Obviously, then, marriage would be out, as would be public displays of affection. Is that really that much different than a secret lover?
With someone who was famous for being famous, no. With someone I liked and who happened to be famous, no problem. I’d be one of those SOs which the mags know exist but which barely anybody knows what they look like.
Depends on the favor of celebrity. A celebrity physicist, sure. Even a celebrity singer.
But an actor? No – I’d never know what was truth and what was acting. You might say the same could be true for anybody, and that could well be, but an actor’s job is to lie.
Well, famous actor doesn’t necessarily mean good actor…
My initial thought was “sure, why not?”, but the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t like it. In my youth I dated a guy that had a rather large group of local “groupies”, (both male & female) if I can use that term. They were really infatuated with him, and one of the big problems I had with the situation was that, to them, I had no identity other than “Bob’s girl”. I soon came to resent that. A lot. I’d imagine it’d be much worse with a genuine celebrity.
It’s hard not to fight the hypothetical, here. *
I mean, if I got along great with someone, shared outlooks, common interests, etc., and they happened to be rich and famous, that’s no dealbreaker (fame is probably generally a negative, but money never hurts, and love can conquer a bit of annoying famosity). Hard to really know how easy it would be to deal with having my partner’s career be so much more important than mine – I definitely prefer being the breadwinner to the housekeeper, but I think I could transition, for the right person.
But it’s pretty unlikely that I’d get along with and have shared outlooks with a big movie star, or really anyone who really was looking for fame. And of course, it’s pretty much impossible for me to look perfect at any time, let alone all times, so if looking perfect every time I went out was a requirement, things wouldn’t work at all anyway.
- All based on being in the alternate reality or distopian future where I’m single, of course. Not fighting that hypothetical.
Sure, no problem if it was the right person.
Based on nothing factual I imagine it’s probably easier for a celebrity to maintain a relationship with someone who didn’t need or want any part of the spotlight.
I think, assuming my mystery date celebrity is a movie actor 'cause it’s my fantasy and I would love to go to the Golden Globes…that the travel and time apart is harder when you’re trying to make a fairly normal family life with kids, and I’m past all that. In fact, my newly single self would really like a boyfriend who showed up for a few weeks and then went away for months at a time.
When I think about it more realistically, I imagine there’d be unkind Examiner “What’s an A-Lister doing with this hefalump?!?” type articles, with headless pictures of my fat ass and well, that seems as if it would be hard to go through.
I would sure.
I would be most concerned with the celebrity leaving me for better and greener pastures (since I’m not a celebrity), but aside from that constant fear I’d be good
Q: Would they love you back?
Sure, you’re just some “Joe” to the rest of their world. But what would you be to them? If you looked into their heart, would they love you as much?
Could you visit them where they go? Could you use spontineity or creativity to do the hundreds if stupid silly things that might bring a smile to their face? Or do you have to be dour like a funeral in the right clothes? Would you always have to have a hat or a paper to hide behind because it would hurt the career to be seen kissing you? Could you still say “I Love You” in a fine restaurant over good wine? Could you hold hands in a park or on a beach? Would you be allowed to kiss on the ferris wheel when your car stops at the top? Could you still hike & ride bikes together?
Sure, you’d do the shopping… but if they loved you back why would it matter???
Upon reflection, I think I would almost like it, for a while. Not forever, but it might be fun to have that sort of experience. I just hope we can end it amiably when the time comes - I’d like to have wonderful, sweet memories of our time, and not memories of how I threw a pot at his head or how he cheated on me.
I’d loved to be married. Her celebrity or not status isn’t a factor at all.
Hmm. I don’t think I could decide to have a relationship with someone or not based on one factor of his life that was largely out of his control. So I know it’s kind of cheating to say “it depends.”
I do believe that degree of personal intrusion does have a lot to do with the celebrities themselves - those who don’t crave the spotlight find ways of avoiding it for the most part, and those who are always on TMZ or in the tabloids probably want to be there (or their agents/managers do). I learned this when I had to keep a secret about Angelina Jolie appearing somewhere and when the paps showed up before she arrived I freaked out because I swear I didn’t tell anyone, and it turned out she probably called them herself! (I also knew a pap who was following her car on his bike and when he got a flat tire she picked him up and gave him a ride. So I’m not saying she’s not a nice person, but I don’t feel bad for how many photos are taken of her…)
But I digress… so whoever I hypothetically ended up with would probably be the kind of celeb who wasn’t a famewhore, so I could deal with the level of paparazzi attention. But the thing that might be the deal-breaker would be insane fans. No matter how minor the celeb (in entertainment, anyway) there is someone delusional enough to think that they are meant to be together and some percentage of those are potentially violent. That is probably the scariest thing about being/dating a celebrity, you never know who or where those people are.
It wouldn’t worry me, I’m pretty sure that I could outwit the Paparazzi for the two of us, so if you’re interested Kaley Cacuo (Or how ever the hell you spell it) I am totally available.
[sarcasm]
Yeah, guess that could be right. Sad thing is, when people go to work tomorrow? Some percentage of those co workers might be violent too. I’ll use personal experience (popping up from the PATH with my kid on 34th right after a Friday morning shooting) as my cite. Next time any of you go driving? Same darn thing (need I cite Labor Day Driving stats? MAD magazine did it better & spread those jokes from Maine to the Rockies). People go nuts at supermarkets & McDonalds & movie theaters too. Hell, even that-there bathtub insert is a stone-cold serial
killer looking for nothing more than to trip a-body when their back is turned & drown them too.
Play It Safe. VIPs might get killed in an accident, hit by a bus, struck by lightning, or killed by somebody somewhere someday somehow , so lets face it: nothing ever gets any better than the status quo. Risk? Pfffff. Thats for Suckers.
Why, you take my word for it, nobody in this world Ever got Anyplace by taking risks. (And you’d best take my word for it, as you aren’t going to take any risks or have anybody else around to tell you how brown the grass is on the other side of the fence.)
Its a cold brutal world full of loss and losers on the other side of that fence. Nobody ever wins, so why ever try? Yes-sir-ee… 0.2% return on investment starts to look mighty good after a while. [/sarcasm]
All I can think of is the Dave Chappelle skit where Oprah tells him she’s pregnant.