I think many performers have a sort of masochistic desire for painful negative feedback. They hope someone—some friend—will cut through all the complimentary bullshit and disparage them a little, so they can feel authentic, and alive, and not like they are dreaming. Bad press is something they can really understand and relate to, because they are used to hearing it from the little voice inside of them that says, “You are pathetic. You are worthless. You are stupid and untalented and you will never amount to anything. You will be forgotten. Oh, and you’re ugly, too.”
