How We Stopped Caring About “Selling Out”

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Once upon a time, the deal was simple:
You start small.
You hustle.
You scrape by on commercials, on bit parts, on late nights waiting tables.
Those jobs were the ground floor — the space for the hungry, the unknown, the ones still chasing the dream.

But now?
The giants come stomping back down the staircase.
Not content with the penthouses and the spotlights, they reach for the crumbs too.
They take the ads, the cameos, the scraps — the very scraps they once left behind.

It’s not ambition.
It’s gluttony.
It’s the greed of wanting every stage, every paycheck, every flicker of attention.
They eat from both ends of the table — the feast and the leftovers — and leave nothing for the ones still starving.

This isn’t just unfair.
It’s a betrayal.
The ladder was meant to be climbed — not ripped away once you’re on top.

And so the newcomers wait in the shadows, staring at doors that no longer open,
jobs that no longer exist,
opportunities swallowed by the same people who already have everything.

All because fame forgot how to share.