Stacy Keibler didn’t know if she would be invited to this year’s Oscar. She had been stressing about it for weeks. There has been enough chatter about George Clooney growing bored with her that it was starting to show. Her Instagram finally noted a ticket days before. In fact if you look at her Instagram you would have no idea she was dating Clooney at all. The only time she has ever been able to take a photo with him was on Oscar night, and that was only his feet. She is not allowed to tweet anything related to him at all. She had to turn down an opportunity for Dancing with the Stars All-Stars (which would have come with a nice paycheck) because it was not worthy of something on his arm.
While on paper it would seem to be a great proposition, becoming the girlfriend/companion of one of the world’s most famous actors. You get access to all the casting agents, directors, and producers who can help you achieve the successful career you’ve worked so hard to achieve. The fact that you are able to walk on the arm of one of the most photographed stars of our time gets you the tabloid coverage you have always sought. In moments you go from begging to loan a free dress to getting calls from the world’s most important clothing designers, jewelers, and a fleet of expert hair and makeup artists. Most of all you get to tour the world in private jets, stay in ritzy hotels, meet world leaders, and spend vacations in an Italian villa.
But what if all that came with a price? This meant agreeing to stand behind – far behind – the star at all times. This meant only being allowed to nod your head and smile in public. Never being allowed to voice an opinion. Having to spend time with only his friends. Always having to be incredibly cautious about what you say, bound by a confidentiality agreement. But most of all not knowing when it would all end. Hanging on every event invitation as a sign it won’t all end soon or the possibility that you might be different than the ones that have come before you. Agreeing privately and publicly that you never thought about getting married or having a family of your own, that it just wasn’t a priority though you were inching towards 40.
You could say the same about marrying into royalty. Was Princess Diana’s life ideal? She had extreme privilege but her life was not her own.
Would you be able to hold on for two years plus knowing people just look at you like an accessory? What if for all your work you were let go and the only thing you had was a check and the opportunity to host Supermarket Wars?
I don’t think I could do it. I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth shut. I wouldn’t want to be sort of forced to make out with Cindy Crawford. I would want at some point to make out regularly with the guy I am dating. I would have little tolerance having to sit across the table from Brad Pitt and pretend we were having an intellectual conversation. I couldn’t agree to having two dresser drawers in a place that was not my own.
What do you think? Worth it?
Kate Casey is a Pop Culture Lover. PR Pro. Soon-to-be New mom again. Comedy nerd. Celebrity gossip fan. Follow her on Twitter @KateCasey