A great take on a sensitive subject. When I was part of a writing tribe in Detroit it wasn’t unusual for one or more of us to go after someone who just got a great gig by yelling, sometimes in unison, “I HATE you!”. It was really an endearment, meant to boost the winner up by letting her know we were jealous. Because, yes, we were happy for her, but writing is pure ego and competitiveness is always under the surface. Of COURSE we could be jealous! And when my turn came, when I got the Golden Ticket, I loved it when they yelled at me! We were weird that way.