The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.

I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.

My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to be a librarian.

When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.

Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.

The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.

I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.