There is no ego more fragile than that of celebrity. Those dancing monkeys may claim they're not reading reviews or following gossip tales online, but they are all one-hundred percent lying. Maybe the Kardashians actually can't read, but they hire people who can. They call them their wizards, not as a joke, they just think people who can make sense out of a jumble of letters are mystical beings. The wizards purchase Twitter and Facebook followers and prime the pump in replies with friendly messages and retweets from dummy accounts. Hollywood is just Washington with good looking people.
Amy Poehler set her brother up with a TV show in Sweden. That was a nice sibling consolation gift. It's about brother Greg Poehler's real life experience dropping everything and moving to Sweden to be with a girl. Just imagine the hijinks therein. Those stupid ass Swedes. Greg Poehler didn't like the negative show review so much in the leading Swedish entertainment paper so he started trolling the comments section of the story and picking fights with the author. He used various anonymous login names, but his IP address was visible to the author, oh, you silly Internet trolls who are too lazy for proxies. The story writer tracked the IP address back to the Swedish eco-friendly block housing where Greg coincidentally resides. Sweden is not a super big place. Swedish GPS is saying 'that way' and pointing. The journalist also noted that the troller IP address was identical to the anon author who made very complimentary updates to the Greg Poehler Wiki page. Nailed it, Swedish Columbo. Poehler confessed with a LaBeoufian like smarm in the very same paper and everyone went back to eating salted fish and painting everything they could find red. None of that was really the least bit funny. Unless you're Swedish, then trust me, it's fucking hilarious.