Are we seeing the Finale of a Trophy Wife?

Photo by Laura Paredis

What must it feel like to be recognised everywhere you go? Awful, I would think. No privacy. Your blunders would be discussed by strangers and tossed around the dining table. Those days when you just pop out for a minute to pick up that bottle of nail polish on order, with no time to apply make-up or detangle your hair — and — just everyone is at the store the same day.