Trumpet the horns! Throw the confetti! Rumer Willis is ready to be famous! Joy! I never thought this day would come, but it has and I’m shrieking with excitement. Eeeeee! Rumer tells People,
“Before I started working, I would have said, ‘You know, it’s not really fair, because I didn’t choose this.’ But when you decide to be a part of this profession and put yourself out there, then you kind of have to accept what it is.”
Still, notoriety does offer its obstacles. “It’s a 24-hour job,” she says. “It doesn’t matter if you are going out to a restaurant — you have to be aware of what you are doing and how you look and how you are presenting yourself, because most of the time people never get to know you.”
Mopping the floors of a public restroom is a job. Performing open heart surgery is a job. Walking around Hollywood with your huge jaw being photographed by paparazzi isn’t a job. Being famous because you have famous parents isn’t a job. You know what else isn’t a job (according to the government)? Me shooting roman candles at Rumer Willis’ head. But, I do it anyway because I’m passionate about it and I’m good at hiding.