It ought to be easy to hate Robert Pattinson. He’s starring in a ridiculous movie series, his legions of female fans are all under sixteen or over thirty-five, and his personal hygiene is just plain gross. But Rpattz doesn’t make it easy, mostly because he treats his Twilight-driven superstardom like a somewhat hilarious nightmare. He’s freaked out by the fans, he thinks the series is a joke, and he’s none too crazy about his own character. At times it all gets to be too much, but it sounds like he’s found a therapeutic outlet:

Robert got a magazine cover with a picture of his face on it and pinned it to a dartboard that was in his trailer. He took shots at it and asked everyone else to do the same.”

Difficult to hate a guy who shares your opinion of his public image. All the same, I’m not going to do a complete flip-flop and start feeling sorry for Pattinson’s plight. The gazillions of dollars he’s collecting for whoring himself out to the Twilight franchise make it easy to contain my sympathy