Oh the perils of stardom. The burdens the famous are forced to bear. The utter bullshit they're called upon to endure on a daily basis. It must be horrible, being so sought-after. Especially by those nasty photographers - how can a person stand that without losing their minds? Being hounded 24 hours a day. Having no privacy. Not even being able to go out to a club and watch your boyfriend play with his band. There's always got to be one - as there was Thursday night for poor Sienna Miller, when she was hanging out at the Plumm in New York.
Sienna was there for Jamie Burke, her new rocking squeeze. Miller was enjoying herself with friends, dancing, hoisting a few - then around 1 am she started getting annoyed with this photographer who was taking pictures of her dancing on a table. She yelled at the man to leave her alone, saying, "Stop! Get him away!" and prevailing upon security to eject him from the premises. But the man, who claimed to be a friend of the club's owner, was not removed. Finally, around 2:30, Sienna had had enough: Witnesses say she chased the man down and grabbed his digital camera, and security restrained him while she took it to the bathroom and erased the pictures. That was the end of the evening for the photographer but not Sienna. She and Jamie kept partying, finally staggering out the door at 5 am.
First of all, to the photographer - you've got to know when enough is enough. You got some juicy shots of Sienna dancing on the table, but you pushed your luck and what happened? You lost it all. Should've made a break for it when you had a chance. But you got stupid and greedy and, well, I don't feel sorry for you. Second of all, to Sienna - take a pill or something honey. It was one photographer. So he got some snaps of you acting all drunk and slutty. So what? Like we've never seen that before. I mean, come on - it's not like that sort of thing is going to hurt your image at this point. You ain't exactly Miss Wholesome. If I were you, I'd be grateful to have photographers trying to take my picture. Cause it means someone still gives a damn. That could easily change, Sienna. If your career keeps going the way it's going - yeah, you could be Kim Cattrall pretty quick. Sitting by the phone swilling booze, waiting for someone to call. Anyone. Even a TV producer. Hell, a stage guy. Dinner-theater. Hungarian porn. That's going to be you in a few years, Sienna, so, you might want to enjoy this fame thing while it lasts.
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