Hmm. There's so many different ways of looking at this, and feeling bad for him is definitely one of 'em. On one level, it sux when your work clothes make you stand out like a sore thumb in public places. It sux when everybody knows you, but you don't know them. It sux when you're so adored by millions of fans, they talk about you on Internet message boards, sometimes in embarrassing ways. It sux when you have whole families that walk up to you and interrupt you when you're minding your own business eating, or walking your dog(s)...
Then again, I wish *I* could bring my pets to work with me. I wish public parks in Boston didn't have an issue with walking dogs off the leash. I wish my employer treated me with kid gloves knowing I was irreplaceable. I wish I had my own live-in trailer for days when I had to work out of the office. I wish I made a couple of a million dollars a year doing the things I loved, and that I didn't need twelve plus years of higher education and ungrateful internships to do it...
*sigh*
Ah, ignorance is bliss.