I can relate to this.
I’m surprised that noone has mentioned Jane Fonda yet. I know many people who will not watch her movies because of her actions during the Viet Nam War. For my self, although i deplore her actions, I’ve never let that stand in the way of enjoying her movies.
I have no interest in reading any of the works of Phillip Pullman, solely because of his critique of C.S Lewis and the Chronicles of Narnia.
I have heard stories, which I’ve never been able to confirm so I won’t repeat them here. But I do know they had a very bad relationship. It is confirmed in print. Here’s a review of Isaac Asimov: A Life of the Grandmaster of Science Fiction, by Michael White.
Cough Post 54 Cough
It’s OK, I do that all the time, too. I just can’t get around what she did, and I think she’s an awful actress.
I can still enjoy the work of artists and film directors because they maintain a sort of “invisibility”, but if they are on screen, it’s a different story. My mother would kick in the TV set rather than sit through a Tom Cruise movie because she finds him to be such a prick. But if he was the executive producer of something and made no appearance in it himself, no problem.
If it’s any consolation, Schulz’s being an emotionally distant parent ranks fairly low on the transgression scale when compared with some of the horror stories there are about other celebs. As for his being prone to dour moods, he was half Norwegian so that should hardly be surprising.
Interesting, I haven’t read that book.
In his autobiography Asimov described himself as giving his ex-wife a generous settlement, more than his lawyer advised. He did admit to infidelity, but, like Prince Charles, said it only happened once the marriage was irretrievable.
The latter. I will not watch films featuring Mickey Rourke because of his support of terrorists. And as he gave financial support to terrorists, I did not want my money to flow through him to said terrorists.
He did? He does? 
From Wikipedia
Did (see Trivia section - and I don’t believe the retraction).
Wow. Holy crap, I had no idea.
Frank Lloyd Wright
Brilliant architect, awful husband, awful father, emotionally careless, narcissistic SOB.
But his work, wow.
As an aside, I have found a new celebrity whose work I refuse to watch from now on: Jim Carrey. I found out today he’s one of the forces behind an anti-immunization campaign, pushing the lie that immunizations cause autism.
That would be because of the girl he is fucking, Jenny McCarthy. She is rabidly anti-vax, among her other insanities.
I think that’s got a lot to do with him dating (or something) Jenny McCarthy.
Yay simulpost.
I originally wanted to mention Michael Crichton, and now I find out he’s dead. huh.
I tenth Tom Cruise. He’s proven to be an arrogant shithead who really believes that he’s 100% responsible for his own remarkable success. Forget luck. Forget good genes. All you have to do to enjoy similar success is follow the tenets of Scientology. Whatever, Tom. Enjoy your falling star while you can. (Will Smith is also starting to bug me. He said on the recent Barbara Walters show that he believes he can do anything he sets his mind to, including winning the Presidency. Of the United States. Wow.)
I detest attention whores. For that reason, I couldn’t watch “Men in Trees” because of my distaste for Anne Heche, even though it looked interesting. Sorry, but I don’t give my money to nutcases.
Neither Woody Allen nor Roman Polanski will ever see one dime of my money, for obvious reasons. (Besides, Allen’s quirky yet neurotic characters were all getting stale.)
Yeah, I know…but I wouldn’t watch anything she was in anyway. 
I’ve thought of another author, Cynthia Heimel.
Oddly enough, I discovered Cynthia in the army. I noticed Sex Tips for Girls in the bookstore, and the title along with the cover got me horn–errrr–interested enough to take it off the shelf and skim through it. I was hooked immediately. I can’t think of any other writer off the top of my head who handles the weird world of modern serious relationships with more humor, wisdom, and humanity than she does. I went and bought all the books I could find by her, and I wasn’t disappointed. She had a knack of expressing the nagging thoughts in the back of my mind much better than I ever could. I learned more about relationships reading Cynthia for 20 minutes than I did in 15 years listening to bad advice from well-meaning friends and relatives.
I actually ILL’d her play, “A Girl’s Guide to Chaos,” from our public library and reading it was totally worth the weird look I got from the librarian when checking it out. The play wasn’t even that good. Cynthia basically cannibalized the aforementioned Sex Tips for Girls, and it didn’t translate to dialogue form that well, but the preface to the play in which she exhorted her readers to be courageous enough to “follow your own crazy star” (her words) and just take risks in life to find out who you were and what you liked blew me away.
Cynthia was brave enough to preach and practice making one’s own way through life, but she was also smart enough to put reasonable limits on things. She reminded us that you had to pay your own way and look out for the feelings and limits of others. She warned us against making the SO’s feel as if they were in a Joan Crawford movie (her words again). And she did all this without sounding preachy and making me laugh even as I absorbed the most important lessons.
Ms. Heimel, I owe you a lot.
That said, there’s no doubt in my mind that we would despise each other in real life. Cynthia might not have been preachy, but when it came to politics she sure as shit was ranty, and man, her politics were out there. There was something about how she kept going off on “bossy white science guys” that made me want to take up nuclear physics and work on weapons of mass destruction just to piss her off. What really got me ticked was that she created this phrase while ranting against The Bell Curve and its statements on intelligence and race, which most bossy white science guys rightfully despised and not a few wrote papers disproving its more disgusting claims using the very science Cynthia was blaming.
Also, in the last few years Cynthia has gone off the deep end and now serves as head counsellor at Camp Freakedforlife. She brags in print about treating her men like absolute shit, and even her latest relationship advice is awful. Still, her older stuff stands on its own, and anyway, she’ll always be a thousand times better than Michael Crichton, who could well serve as Cynthia’s idea of jerk-off bossy white science guy when she wrote that shit.