That if you become famous, your life becomes public.
That if people admire you, they should get access.
That once you’re visible, you owe.
I don’t agree.
Fame comes with the role. Yes. It makes you seen.
But it doesn’t make you public property.
It’s not an exchange. It’s just the part of the job that happens in daylight.
I don’t believe anyone owes their personal life in return for attention.
I don’t believe public interest equals public right.
I don’t believe being watched cancels your humanity.
You can only buy what someone is selling.
If I put out a book, a journal, a film – that’s what I’m offering.
That’s the product. That’s the invitation.
What I don’t show you? That’s mine. That’s not part of the deal.
The idea that visibility is consent is dishonest.
PR loves it. The media runs on it.
But it turns liking someone into ownership.
It turns curiosity into licence.
It teaches people that the more they admire you, the more they deserve to know you.
Even when what they want to know has nothing to do with your work.
Privacy isn’t secrecy.
Silence isn’t guilt.
And choosing not to explain is not proof of anything.
That doesn’t mean public figures are untouchable.
If you’re using your platform to harm people – to mislead, manipulate, abuse – then yes, speak.
Say the truth. Drag it out. No one gets to hide behind a following.
But curiosity is not harm.
Gossip is not evidence.
And wanting to know isn’t the same as needing to know.
Fame doesn’t cancel boundaries.
Attention doesn’t make you for sale.
And just because people are watching doesn’t mean they’re entitled to more.