I think if you’re at the point where you’re popular enough to sell your wedding photos to OK! Magazine then you don’t need the money.

Vegas is skewering the celebrity economy in which private life becomes a monetizable commodity. The line implies a threshold of fame: once you are sufficiently “popular” to command payment from a mass-market celebrity weekly, you are already financially secure (or at least have lucrative earning power) and therefore cannot plausibly justify selling intimate moments as necessity. The joke rests on moral inversion—treating the sale of wedding photos as both tacky and disingenuous—while also pointing to a broader critique of how fame encourages people to trade authenticity and privacy for publicity and cash. It frames such transactions as greed or attention-seeking rather than survival.