All the world's a stage

Rarity walked into her penthouse apartment. She pulled off her false mane and tail extensions, revealing a short, spiked look. She pulled on her fluffy gray bathrobe, and turned on her iPony. She started blasting Parasprite. "If I'm a bad pony, you don't like me..." She hated the My Little Pony show. But she had a contract. She needed that big paycheck. But she hated the stupid ponies she had to work with. She hated the way she was portrayed. A silly little filly, a prissy, stuck-up prig. Sometimes she just wanted to scream. That character had one thing right: She was a laughingstock. But a real laughingstock. And it had nothing to do with pretty dresses. The whole show was just one giant cash cow. It existed to sell toys and merchandise. Nothing more.

And the whole "Friendship is Magic" thing was just a big load of crap. Magic, real magic, comes from intense focus. Not from the "Power of Friendship". She sighed. She hated her identity to Equestria at large. Why did things have to be so terrible? Rarity made a halfhearted attempt to cheer herself up: "There are plenty of ponies who are worse off than me." It didn't work. There were the paparazzi. She'd better answer the door, if only to shout a few curses and toss an apple at them.