I think it’s envy that the A-listers can have fun. Also, Dave Portnoy has the deadly sin of pride.
I think he is commenting on how fake and shallow and utterly predictable celebrities are.
I hate the whole celebrity culture game. It gets really toxic when it starts feeding on itself. Most actors, singers and other entertainment don’t make big bucks. Many are just scraping by and working “real” jobs between gigs. The few who do make it big, however, have big blocks of downtime between gigs. When they’re working, they may be in a very intense bubble for three to six months, or more. It’s easy to drift into a pattern of elaborate rituals to waste time.
The best of them find better ways to unwind, but they do have the time and money to make spectacles of themselves. And sometimes they have agents, peers, and managers who tell them that the constant publicity is the way to sustain fan interest and extend careers.
I prefer the actors who disappear between projects. Many do. They may pop up at the occasional industry dog and pony show, but they otherwise hide out. There are celebrity heavy enclaves all over the place, and most aren’t gated communities or ultra expensive places, where the local culture is to leave the celebs alone. If the paparazzi showed up, the locals would probably shoot, shovel, and shut up. They value the peace and quiet too. They understand that many celebs like to be able to get a cup of coffee or walk the dog without being swarmed. They don’t want to attract the freakshow crowd.