You’re an adult. You understand that even the most glamorous, luxurious, enjoyable jobs are still jobs. Puppy casting directors, Utz chips quality controllers, throw-pillow designer: Each of those is a job and probably not as fun or easy as it seems, even though you don’t fully believe that. Perhaps the confluence of professionalism with enjoyment has even jaded these employees to puppies, potato chips, and pillows? That’s the type of thing you say to yourself, when you wonder about dream jobs.
Anyway, Megan Fox says that the red-carpet folderol has ruined the fun of dressing up:
I’ve never had fun getting dressed up and going on the red carpet because there’s pressure there. You’re not just getting dressed because you think this is an amazing outfit. You’re getting dressed because there’s an obligation from your side to a certain designer and then you have to go and walk the carpet hoping that someone else isn’t wearing something similar … I’m just sort of the mannequin that they send out, so it’s just not a fun process for me.
Derive satisfaction from knowing that dressing up and chilling and snacking and lounging are firmly in the realm of pure enjoyment for you. You’ll never be anyone’s mannequin.