I'm having a burst of schadenfreude discovering the Professional Darwinism of a certain pseudo-celebrity blogger who was supposedly about to have this big Hollywood career. Anyone remember Tucker Max? He was a complete cretin who had a blog about all of his "d@ting" exploits, which were mostly along the lines of misogynistic rape-culture rants. He got a three-book deal out of it, and things looked rosy as he proclaimed being a gigantic jerk was the way to win at life, and he was living proof. He was making hundreds of thousands of dollars on speaking engagements, and being hailed like some sort of hero for treating people like garbage and women like worse than garbage.
Then he got a movie deal for one of his books, and started bragging about how it was going to be a huge blockbuster and he was about to be rich and famous. He moved to Hollywood, and actually sank a bunch of HIS OWN MONEY into this movie.
The movie tanked, big time, Tucker lost a ton of money, was laughed out of Hollywood, and proceeded to burn every single one of his bridges into oblivious with his hateful, narcissistic personality and inabilities to behave professionally. Several of his big braggy exploits were revealed to be exaggerations, and he was humiliated on a radio show in a way that he obviously thought he was immune to. He had to pack up and move to Texas, shut down his website, and cancel plans for several "big projects" that were supposedly in the works. Ironically, A*holes don't ALWAYS finish first.