I'm only linking to this piece about how she almost missed her flight to LAX because it illustrates what I think would be the ONLY good thing about being famous:

Paulson says the ticket agent called the pilot and requested that Spears be allowed on the flight: "'I've got Britney Spears here and she wants to get on the plane.'" After a pause, the agent said, "'No, I'm serious. Can we get her on the plane?'" A few seconds later, the agent smiled and nodded to Spears, and the walkway was extended again.

Then again, I can't imagine being a multi-millionaire and not having a private jet. As I said to Kamalski the last time we had dinner, I'd pretty much rather live in a smaller home and forgo all the yachts and washing my hair in Kristal if it meant I never had to fly commercial again. A private jet and a unicorn, that's all I want.