I suppose if you’ve faced down an outraged sister, a heartbroken mother, and baffled, angry, upset ILs, and persuaded everyone not to go to the police, having already been questioned by police for a previous crime, skipped bail, and talked a relative of your husband’s into buying the silence of employer from whom you embezzled — then chatshows and the red carpet are a breeze.
Apart from anything else, they’re dealing with people who have no reason to suspect they’re anything other than the adorable, mutually-devoted free spirits they purport to be.
I mean, if you have the gall to stay for eighteen months at the farm of the niece who knows you emptied her grandmother’s bank account and is still prepared to house you, while she’s trying to run a farm solo, bring up three children, and deal with her husband’s recovery from a brain injury, and you don’t bother to help out, get a job, show up to the job she got you, declare bankruptcy or do any of the getting your life back on track stuff, have to be thrown out eventually, and then depict that niece as a money-grabbing, insensitive slave-driver in your memoir, I suppose you’re pretty brass-necked!