Bunny has what one might call a rather wide streak of narcissism.
Although he considers himself oft misunderstood, and therefore the target of many lectures about the value of modesty, humility and reserve from Au Pair.
Whyever not should one have one's likeness cast in bronze and displayed in the village square for all to admire and adore? And who is to say that an autobiography of the heroic adventures of one handsome buck would not make stimulating and breathtaking reading.
And so in an attempt to convince Au Pair of the positive spin that can be put on a life lived in the fast lane with much glitz and glamour, Bunny has put together a series of points to upsell his desire for fame and celebrity.
Everything in a world of glamour seems to acquire soft blurry edges and lots of little sparkly stars (and Bunny refutes that could possibly be from an excess of stimulation)
When one is a celebrity, one is always, always smiling. Oh, and one has lovely shiny white teeth, albeit sometimes a little too large for one’s mouth.
Being a celebrity means people give you lots of free stuff. That has to be great in anyone’s books, Au Pair.
Bedtime is an obsolete concept. One never, ever is told to go to bed, and one can sleep all day if one wishes.
One gets to “hang out” and “slap backs” with other celebrities, and become BFFs (whatever that means).
One can say really dumb things like “I didn’t know buffalo had wings” and people find it amusing, if not totally endearing.
One can record a pop song, even if one is tone deaf, and some technician can make it sound like one is really terribly talented.
One can make a really cool pop video for said pop song and it can be played on MTV and millions and millions and billions of people will watch it and adore one from afar.
One can win an MTV award for said pop song and video, and become even more famous. And then one can wear lots of really cool gold jewellery and big diamond stud earrings.
Oh, and people give you lots of free stuff.