She's already done it, I think.
Once upon a time the fair Samantha Thick had a TV production company that employed a bevy of village maidens because she was good and kind and believed only in helping those less blessed than herself.
But they were sorely envious of Mistress Thick's gorgeousness and passed their time takng her money and lazing about behind her alabaster back while Sir Harvey was giving it a rub down.
The beauteous Sam was brought low to the very steps of the bankruptcy court and her Mercedes chariot was repossessed. And the Mercedes chariot of her dogs was repossed too and she had to travel far, far away to the land of wine and smelly cheese.
There she met a horny-handed troll who every other fair lady lusted over.But he had eyes only for her even though both of them looked in slightly different directions.
'I will stay with you, pretty lady, forever, or as long as you never put on weight,' he said. 'And you must debase yourself by writing articles about how gorgeous you are and how every lady in the land plots your downfall even though each word you write will be as a dagger in your heart because you and I know it's a load of old shit and the only way to pay Le Mortgage.'