While the blog merely blurred the line between audience and celebrity, the age of Twitter has effectively sandblasted any and all such demarcations. We now get to hear all the intimate details about our favorite celebrity's latest Hardee's Thickburger: that excruciating paper cut suffered while unwrapping the 1,420 calorie monstrosity and their equally excruciating bowel movement caused by digesting it--and all in real time--which makes that latest Tweet seem as intimate as a text message from a friend.

But the question is, how much do our favorite bloggers, writers and celebrities owe to us, their fans?

As someone old enough to remember life before the Internet, I find the sense of entitlement from modern audiences disturbing. I once wrote Roald Dahl a letter to tell him how much I enjoyed reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I never expected a reply, nor did I get one. I just wanted the man to know I appreciated his story and to keep up the good work.

Imagine if Roald Dahl wrote today. Children would not only expect hourly tweets but also personal replies to every grammatically unsound and misspelled one-line comment they left on his blog. After being spoiled by the clockwork, annual efficiency of J.K. Rowling, young readers would hurl online invectives faster than Sidd Finch fastballs against the "lazy" Dahl, who took eight long years to pen a sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

The fact Roald Dahl did not correspond with me personally or that Judy Blume did not have me over for dinner did not lessen my enjoyment of their work. Actually it would have freaked me out like that phone call I got from Michael Jackson the summer I turned thirteen.

I bring up this point because a number of people here have complained about certain posters who appear on the cover, yet rarely answer comments or read others posts. It is felt these writers "owe" us something after being granted a cover.

I find this all to be very childish myself, like a grade schooler whining about not getting a Valentine. One of my favorite entertainment writers is a regular cover boy. Reading his unique insights on the movie industry is contribution enough; whether he favorites me or reads my own work is beyond the point. What I think it comes down to is this: do we prefer quality, enduring work or the ephemeral buzz that comes when an OS cover writer deigns to reply to us?

Think replying to every comment, or for those real celebrities--every fan request--does not take its toll? Think again.

Cal Ripken Jr. famously spent hours after every baseball game signing autographs until his last fan was sated. Ripken had a knack for making strangers feel special but how do you think his kids felt? Is it only a matter of time before his daughter pens Daddy Missed My Soccer Match to Sign an Autograph?

John Mayer became so obsessed with pleasing fans like these on Twitter:

That it cost him this:

 John, buddy, we really need to have a man-to-man talk here.

Aside from the toll on one's personal life, think about the effect on one's production as well. The road of fame is littered with rock acts that burned out early by spending too much time touring. The Beatles retired from the stage and became a studio band in 1966: the ensuing years brought us Sgt. Pepper, the White Album, Abbey Road and Let it Be. Would the Beatles recorded legacy have been so enduring if they had spent their time on the road pleasing fans and attempting to be heard above the din of screaming concertgoers instead of perfecting their craft in the studio?

Bloggers, writers and celebrities owe us their best work, and nothing more.