Things seemed to steadily wax and wane for Rome for a while. Fans would come when she did a successful project, fans would go when one of them flopped. She would make the news occasionally, a blurry fan photo of her at the club or a paparazzi shot of smudged make-up and spilt drinks. She had a wide variety of boyfriends and seemed to have discarded any notions about the sanctity of even pre-dating sex. She rarely gave interviews but then again, people seemed to rarely ask for them. The scars of the sexual stunts that had led to her fame at the get-go never quite seemed to go away. Despite the clamor for better behavior and presenting a good model for youth, when Rome did a show or webcast that was suitable for all ages it almost inevitably flopped. If she did something risqué or offensive, the downloads would be through the roof and everyone got rich. “What’s the point of being humble and good if it doesn’t make you famous?” she said during one interview. The comment received a fair amount of derision. Several people became famous by writing books about how offensive the decline in morality was because of stars like Rome. They would complain about Rome’s attempts at family entertainment, constantly reminding everyone how unfit she was for the role because of her scandalous exploits. Still, the industry for complaining about Rome almost was as viable as her sexual antics. Those that complained the most loudly about her behavior depended on it with a regularity of a Church giving money to the homeless. The constant sea of new clothes and life on camera also helped to hide an ever growing problem: Rome kept getting taller.
