I’ve never been an astronaut, but I imagine that the training to become one is pretty lengthy and demanding.  I imagine that the competition is fierce, and that once you become one, you are in The Club.  The cool kids club, that is.  When you become an astronaut, you have all kinds of respect and admiration from millions of people, from first graders learning about space to old geezers who wish that they too, had the ambition and talent and perserverance to become an astronaut (I’m speculating this). 

That is, until you try to pepper spray and kidnap the lady who is getting some from the fellow astronaut that you have a thing for.  Once you attempt to waste your romantic competition – while wearing diapers, no less — you kind of lose all that hard earned respect. 

Crazy nutjob, ex-cool kid

 And you look like an eeeediot.