9 out of 10 dentists are horrified by this image.
But seriously, she is going to need dentures before 40 at this rate. Brush your fucking teeth. It's really not that hard.
A million years ago, there was a short-lived British program called Too Posh to Wash where two women harassed gross people into showering. I remember this so vividly because I had a thing for stories of modern English aristocracy and one of the young women featured was the granddaughter of Osla Henniker-Major, who dated Prince Phillip and worked at Bletchley Park.
This young woman was foul - she routinely smelled like dog piss and the guy who took bacterial samples from a bra she wore for two years without washing it burned it because it was a biohazard. But she reminds me of Chantal mostly due to her teeth. She seldom brushed them - like a few times a year maybe - but she also picked at her braces until she finally ripped them out and didn't return to the dentist to get the adhesive removed. Her glue-covered teeth and receding gums looked better than Chantal's mouth.
They thought the stream was on mute. You can hear him telling her to get the mop.
This thread has defeated me. I laughed so hard at this simple comment.
Before all the "WHY DO PEOPLE DEFEND NADER OMG HE'S BLAH BLAH BLAH" people descend on me, please understand that of course I know Nader stabbed a bitch, is ugly and could plate his food better. But it's fun to pity him because it's hilarious that he is in this position. Though he is a drug-addicted leech, he could never have predicted the price he would pay in order to have access to middle-class levels of money. When he pestered her into coming and staying that first night, how could he have known a monstrous, ovoid, braying abomination would eventually take over every element of his life. He did his best to be all Mr Sex Lord Dom Dude by making her strip within minutes of meeting her and now he's lost control to the point that she is wandering his home as her primary residence, Donald Ducking it, revealing when they get drugs delivered, and eating and shitting in his bed.
He's earning every penny he makes and while I'm mostly bored I still love the idea that this man who washes his dishes while defrauding lonely fat women now has Chantal making butt messes in his bedroom so bad they require a mop.
Every time I see Chantal grimace / squint, I get a strong urge to smash her face in. I am not kidding, this lady should be used in torture camps.. Forget waterboarding, she will leave you triggered for life.
You can see her struggle to manage the gas/shit/biohazard when she starts groaning and grimacing... Animals see the signs of earthquakes before they happen, I can see the signs when digestive mutiny is about to happen. Gross.
And Nader is definitely someone who fits on the same wave length as the living whoopee cushion.
They both go through cycles of using each other when it's convenient for them. We get to cringe when they are vibing as a coupe, and laugh when they treat each other like lepers.
I hate to admit it, but the way I feel about Chantal now is the way most people feel when they find roaches in their cabinets. She's reaching the level of being unclean in a spiritual sense, like being near her could strip you of your humanity. Normal people cannot tolerate this sort of thing. A loud, filthy, farting, sharting, shitting, bleeding, smelly, unintelligent, destructive mass that cannot be easily removed causes people to lash out.
I wish I knew how this would end. Chantal really is too addicted and too dumb to see how bad shit is gonna get for her and she's really bought into this radical self-acceptance, "love me, love my skidmarks" bullshit. But she doesn't understand that radical self-acceptance mostly applies to uncontrollable issues of appearance and ability and loving one's self through trauma. It really doesn't apply to shitting everywhere because it's cute and then demanding money for it. She's smugly admitting she doesn't take care of her now-abandoned elderly cat, seldom seeing either pet, both used as excuses to avoid any activity she didn't enjoy, like caring for her bed-bound grandmother, now left to Peetz's depressive mercies. She cackles about misappropriating money sent to her for a purpose she agreed to. She's a hair-breadth away from demonetization and complete immobility. She has the lasting power of a roach but you spray enough Raid and even the hardiest specimen eventually keels over. The wrath of the VIBeezers, the anger from the cat ladies, family shunning, Peetz's own mild mutiny, her appalling health and addiction and the loss of revenue is gonna be a hard stream of bug spray even for our balding roach queen to avoid.