I started being hounded by the paparazzi as a preteen. 

"What is your new film about?"  "When is your wedding?"  "What do you think of the Iran hostage crisis?"

People wanted my opinions.  They wanted my autograph.  They wanted my photo to be taken with them.

They were there when no friends were.  They were there when I barricaded my bedroom door so my mentally ill sister couldn't come in and hurt me.  They were there to adore me when my mother…