Filing for divorce is a public act, and people working for the courts, etc., phone in news items to gossip columnists.

So the item runs, everyone knows, you never had a press conference.

Michael J. Fox talks in his book about how celebrities (particularly young and quickly famous ones) begin to belive that their shit actually matters to the larger world. It's a little narcissistic and kooky.

Send an assistant to buy the tampons if you've been in the paper enough that week (and if you haven't, buy them yourself).

But I think that famous people who DON'T want to play the game--who want to do their own shopping and live like a person and who DON'T want to be photographed--are screwed. Sure there are plenty who live to feed the publicity machine and then pretend they don't (and I have NO sympathy for them), but there are also plenty who just want to do their work and do their errands and date and whatever.

And other than the uber famous they likely can. Are there incessant photos of Brad Garrett buying underwear? Pattie Heaton and her kids? They were in a hit series for a decade pretty much unscathed.

Neither of them in young and hot. That's likely factor. If you're young and hot and on a hit show and genuinely want to be left alone you could have a problem. Of course, part of being "hot" is publicity... its a real chicken-egg.

So the item runs, everyone knows, you never had a press conference.

Did Locklear give a press conference, or did her publicist make a statement to the press? I think it was the second (but don't pay enough attention to catch the first), and even then, my impression was the media found out about the filing, and then contacted her publicist.

Just the FACT that she HAS a publicist. Clearly she's asking for it.

Did Locklear give a press conference,..

I don't know. I'm just saying you don't have to do any of it.

Just the FACT that she HAS a publicist. Clearly she's asking for it.

For publicity? Um, yeah.

Morning!

Breakfasted on banana bread eggo waffles, coffee, orange juice, yogurt, and cantaloupe. Now hanging out in my robe for a bit before getting dressed and running off to WeHo for a facial.

I really really really need to do my taxes today, something I DREAD.

I'm terrified of making a mistake and having some Bush Administration lackey knock at my door and waterboard me for forgetting to put the right digit in the right column.

Speaking of paranoia, I started to actually get nervous about call monitoring due to calls from the middle east when Nilly stayed with me. I swear, I had a total pang of fear. How fucked up is that? Not rational, yet still pangy.

You can work in LA without doing the whole "scene". Without hiring a publicist. Without having press releases every time you burp.

Send an assistant to buy the tampons if you've been in the paper enough that week (and if you haven't, buy them yourself).

Hmm. I think there's some conflicting expectations here. Famous (and/or rich) enough to hire an assistant to buy your tampons, but not famous enough to need a publicist? I could be wrong about this because it's so NOT my lifestyle, but I tend to assume that publicists, stylists, etc, they aren't just for the divas, they really do help actors and actresses manage their careers.

I don't know if it's helpful, but my experience with publicists tends to be battle. I just need something signed for a charity auction, or need to let them know that no, it's not appropriate that the celebrity bring 10 guests to drink away the donation at my bar.

I had an incident once where a publicist insisted that I just didn't know how things work.

I explained to the publicist that I was aware that the executive producer's pet charity was benefitting, and since he and his wife were coming, and he is the celebrity's boss, that I did in fact understand how things were going to work for me.

Argument over.

Which has nothing to do with the conversation at hand, it just always makes me feel badass to tell the story.