I will say that my problem with a lot of actions of petty rebellion, eg smoking in a non smoking area, are often such that they could equally well be described as "being a bit of a cunt" and so that makes another reason not to do them. I think that a lot of rockstar behaviour such as smashing up a hotel room or the stories about famous "hellraisers" (not the pinheaded type (actually the one with pins stuck in its head was not the titular hellraiser was it, just a demon (called a cenobyte) featured in the film Hellraiser)) fit more into this category than that of true rebellion.
A few years ago there were some friends of mine in a not very successful band who won some sort of grant to do a tour or something. I wish I could remember the details here cos they were actually very funny, but the gist of it was they somehow used someone else's money to book loads of huge venues around the country and an inappropriately large tourbus (I remember my friend saying that when it turned up someone seeing it would have assumed that it was Kings of Leon (dunno why he picked that example, they must have been big just then)) to transport them and some mates in even less successful bands (the support acts obviously) and also a few hangers on, to several huge venues where they played to like four people, using the rest of the grant to get unbelievably fucked up all day and every day. I think that at some point someone in charge realised that there had been an almighty fuck up and as a result the atmosphere was even more unpleasant as each day the increasingly angry officials would issue increasingly shrill bollockings and demands for the return of the money to a bunch of people who acted like toddlers at the best of times and who during that period were very very far from their best. I think they were able to finally curtail the tour before they completed their whole schedule but not before all these fuckwits let it go to their head and enacted many of the worst excesses of rockstar behaviour despite the fact that, to me, every day ought to have made them increasingly aware that one thing they definitely weren't was rockstars. One thing that stuck in my head was on an occasion when they had to stay in a hotel - possibly the tourbus was confiscated before the tour itself was killed - my friend Julien* smeared all the walls and ceiling of his room with what he claimed was peanut butter, for no reason other than that he was really drunk.
Rebels or cunts (or both) - you decide.
*this guy slept on my sofa for more than a year, I think I recounted a story on here where after attending a party at my ex-girlfriend's house, Julien and
@woops and I realised that it was winding down around midday and decided to go on a pubcrawl round all the pubs in Stoke Newington and by about 10pm we were really fucking drunk, we were in a nice pub right by my house and there was an attractive bargirl who worked there with whom I was on fairly friendly terms in that we would see each other round the neighbourhood and say hello. Anyway, she was bending over to pick up some glasses from a nearby table and I saw Julien's eyes focus on her arse and then, to my horror, seemingly in slow motion (yet still far too fast for me to stop) I saw both of his arms extending towards her and then he did a massive two handed grab and grope. Turned out her boyfriend was there and he was none too pleased, in fact nobody there - with the possible exception of Julien (and Woops who was far too fucked to even notice) - was really that pleased about it to be honest. As the most sober and the most sensible i just about managed to apologise profusely enough to extricate ourselves without being beaten up, but I remember everyone in the place cheering as we were kicked out - sadly not the first or last time that that has happened to me, though it goes without saying that on none of those occasions was it my fault.