There's no such thing as bad publicity. As long as they spell the name right. As long as your face and name is out there, as long as you're dancing in the public eye it doesn't matter whether your laces are untied or your sock has a hole or your hair looks like you combed it with a corkscrew.
Any publicity is good publicity.
In the archives of the Star-Tribune newspaper are hundreds of thousands of photos. Most detail the single moment when a person was picked out of the crowd and given a moment in the sun - a restaurateur, a comedian, a singer, a mother, a political hopeful. They're all forgotten by 99 percent of the population, and their stories molder in the dark rolls of microfilm. The picture might see the light when the person dies, if they were famous enough. Then there are the stars.