Mayerbag (with apologies to HCWDB)

I once knew this folk singer in the Boston music scene. I really liked her stuff: sweet, sensitive, thoughtful, someone who sang with a tender, loving voice, who understood pain and also salvation. Then, by chance, she entered the outer orbit of my social circle. And what a fucking bitch. Stuck up, mean, entitled, just a real miserable shit. And I was shocked. Shocked! She's an ARTIST, who sings songs about broken hearts and lonely nights; shouldn't she at least be a little nicer, maybe pay for a round of drinks once in a blue moon? I guess not.
I had the same experience when I kept stumbling upon negative stories about John Mayer. No no, I thought, it can't be true. This is the guy who wrote the song "Daughters", a message to fathers everywhere to be the best male role model for women. He sang about running through the halls in high school! That Jennifer L. Hewitt's body is a wonderland! A sweet, sensitive geek with a heart of gold! And then I read his blog (since taken down, BTW--must have a good publicist.) And what a pompous, egotistical DB. Once again, I learned my lesson: the "sensitivity" of an artist is inversely proportional to their asshole-ness.