The bloody arms of pre-teen girls who can’t take a selfie without using filters to make them glamorous want to be like celebrities. They feel like failures even before they got a taste of life. Just like lap dogs, we eat it up, thinking that one day, we too can make our own celebrity cheese. The two figures in back are nightmares that make celebrity cheese. When the celebrity makes one billion dollars will they be satisfied? No, they will want $2B. Poor people only see glitter instead of tears.