Because paparazzi would capture me walking the dog at 4am in my shorty-short pj’s with a long sweatshirt thrown over it to keep warm and see the homeless man propositioning me who apparently thought I was pants-less and thus a prostitute. Nothing like being mistaken for an unkempt hooker to make you realize that even at your worst,*SOMEONE*, *SOMEWHERE* will still want to sleep with you. And PAY for it!

Then again, if I was a celebrity, I don’t suppose I would be walking my *own* dog at 4am. Hmm…fame and fortune AND a dogwalker vs. no anonymity? I think I know the winner.