Stephen Hunter, in the Washington Post, makes comment on the movie “The Aristocrats” with the description “The Dirty Secret Behind a Classic Dirty Joke”.
I haven’t seen this movie, although I intend to. Its take is on a classic dirty joke by about 100 of today’s hip and not so hip comedians, who are, nowadays, not just entertainers, but movie stars.
It is filled with their humorous comments on the human condition through the sexual and scatological destruction of a family unit.
It was his concluding remarks that rang bells for me, because it reminded me how it was that I foreswore the actor’s life yet still a child star, in the hope that there was more to life, and so I set out pseudonymously to find it, and indeed I did.
What Mr. Hunter said was,
“[This] is actually a confession of their own failures to inhabit real life, and makes them all losers.
“What you see here isn’t so much sexual neurosis as career neurosis. You see the entertainer’s fear and loathing of that regular place most of us would call the world. He hates the square ideas that are the foundation of such a place: the family structure of parents nurturing kids in healthy, loving relationships; the economic underpinning known as a job, attended regularly rain or shine, sickness or health, out of a sense of obligation; the slow socialization of children so that they can ultimately survive in that same world.
“What a nightmare! For the comics, life is lived onstage, in the limelight, to the love and applause of anonymous crowds. It involves a great deal of travel, friendships with other gifted, crazed people but just as frequently, bitter rivalries, endless feuds, treachery and betrayal. If you win, you win the power of fame, which after the second day gets you nothing but good tables in restaurants where rubes bother you for autographs, the right to fail with a better class of woman and, of course, the emptiness of being unconnected to anything larger than the self.”

I would not quarrel with any of this.
I think the same can be applied to many, but not all, of today’s actor and rock star celebrities. Except I would add that their removal from real life is aided and abetted by their managers, their attorneys, their agents, their publicists, and their assistants in common search of self enrichment and reflected indentity.
For me, I had hoped to retire to a life of quiet contentment in the home that I built in the Santa Monica Mountains, but the Hollywood courts made sure that this was not to be.