I used to have trust with reporters. Give them scoops. Those were the old days. It's very strange when you give a story and it doesn't come out the right way.
Oh literature oh the glorious Art how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us and chucks us aside. Alas!
When you have the paparazzi hiding in the bushes outside your home the only thing you can control is how you respond publicly.