I find it fascinating how every kind of diverging viewpoint is nowadays ascribed to jealousy (in fairness, though, this isn't limited to Alice's backslappers - this is standard practice in every discussion about public figures):
You don't like her horse blankets? You're just jealous of her exquisite style.
You don't like her online rants? You're just jealous of her eloquence and her upstanding morals.
You call out her abuse of her ex-husband? You're just jealous because she got to shag Yo for years (and you want to).
You observe how miserable the kids and/or dog look in every photo? You're just jealous of her incandescently happy little family.
You find her acting wooden and subpar? You're just jealous of her checkered Hollywood career.
You make fun of her three remaining online sycophants? You're just jealous of her close-knit circle of supportive, loving, lifelong friends, nay, brothers and sisters.
When I call an asshole an asshole, I do so because they're an asshole. That's all there is to it.