My mum was a lifestyle journalist when I was a child. Two regular columns, one national magazine, and semi regular radio and broadsheet articles.
There wasn't an Internet then, for which I am profoundly grateful. I hated being made to pose for photographs, and even then I felt wildly misrepresented by her writing.
In spite of the relatively small reach of print media, I was recognised in public by foreign fans of her writing - people who had travelled to see the area she wrote about, and recognised by people reading my name label in public.
And she was not famous! Say, not even at the Shona Sibary level. That was how exposed I was from even minor print media. Outrageous that people can do so much more, and do so unthinkingly.
My friend was in the news recently with her kids and it made me feel weirdly sick seeing it.