It is a commonplace that celebrities often complain about the less attractive aspects of being famous (or rather, fame on the very particular terms on which they enjoy it).
It is also a commonplace that many have little patience for the complaints.
Some of the reasons for this impatience are the same as the impatience that many display with complaint generally, in all their ignobility--the idiot bully's instinctive pouncing on any utterance of anything that smells of dissent to beat it down, the sneering of those who know not morality from moralizing, the perverse thrill some derive from displaying callousness toward others.
Such human refuse are not rare. Indeed, they seem to comprise most of the pool of people you'll meet online. However, there seem to me to be reasons for the intolerance more specific to this situation. There is the reality that the complainants often are clueless narcissists oblivious to how many in the world have it far worse than they do; how the complainant is so often self-important rather than really important; how easily they could just walk away from being famous if they find it so unbearable, in a way that people generally cannot walk away from the vast majority of things that are making the miserable miserable.
There is also the fact that in whining about being famous they are apt to crap all over the desperate dreams of nobodies who believe their sole hope of a life worth living is to become famous themselves--without which, what is left to them?
And there is, of course, the fact that the complaints are apt to be doing all this in the course of cashing in on the very fame they complain so much about; whining about how hard it is to be famous in a ghostwritten book they are selling on the basis of their fame, from which they hope to realize more money than their readers are likely ever to see in their lifetime (not least, should they actually write a book themselves).
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