After seeing the 'Gypsy' video, I'm reminded that it is hard to take someone seriously who prances like a drum majorette and watches herself before a mirror doing ballet splits, and (in the 'Stand Back' video) spreads her silken wings on a grocery-store conveyor belt.
Not that I'm disagreeing with your point, just that she really had the deck stacked against her.
(You might also add that despite the respect for Buckingham's chops, his solo career had far fewer hits than Nicks'.)
"Everyone is always selling somebody out. It's only writers who think that they do it in a unique or noteworthy way."
You must be thinking of Neil Gaiman, shilling for Blackberry to his Twitter followers. Oh, wait, he's calling it "patronage." That makes it taste better.
Suppose your spouse came to you.
"Honey, we need to cut our budget by 2 percent."
And you respond:
"We'll have to sell the house, burn our clothes and return the car to the dealership."
That's how Obama's responding to the sequester. And you're acting just like the politicians, Ken, playing their games.
I'm more interested in knowing if Henry Blodgett really exists. Didn't The Onion run a bunch of columns by him?
Pity they didn't kick it up a notch, since they definitely had that East Coast/West Coast vibe going (I know, but I identify Kael with New York more than California). Besides, many writers can become known for their off-page antics than what they wrote. Just ask Truman Capote.