"Saying to everyone “sorry about your children, but they can’t have insurance anymore because Twitter makes me sad” just doesn’t seem like a fair deal (none of them incidentally know I’m posting this)."
The sheer audacity of this bitch. Its one thing when a YouTuber quits and its their bag on the line, but if she has a team working for the channel, and shes quitting because of getting cancelled on twitter, thereby forfeiting their jobs and careers without them even knowing whats coming, its utterly baffling she feels entitled to the soapbox to cry and whine. The sheer hypocrisy when shes called out this kind of behavior before and had no issue being part of the mob when she wasn't at the center.
I’ve enjoyed a number of Lindsay’s videos but ignore her on other platforms precisely because of shit like this. Where is her sense of proportion? Can she not see beyond her own shoes?? Even if she keeps the Patreon alive, it’s madness to release this letter without giving her team a heads up. Inevitably some people will unsubscribe upon hearing that her channel is done, and she won’t be able to continue supplying full benefits for eight employees as planned. Pressuring her patrons to continue their subscriptions in the absence of content will only stem so much of the bleeding. She’s a small business owner. Her people are relying on her. She can’t stop production and expect to be paid simply to support them.
Evidently she’s decided in this situation that her feelings are more important than their jobs — which is her right — but don’t bullshit about how much it hurts, how you never wanted everything to come to this, how it isn’t really your doing at all but the pitchforks forcing your hand. Fuck off. She says she’s been considering quitting for a while; she’s had time to talk to her employees and help them plan their futures. Instead she walked out with no warning. Which is also her right, I guess. But it’s rich of her to write like she gives a fuck about her team when her actions say otherwise, loudly and by her own admission.
Then she has the nerve to cry "why did people weep for Britney but not meeeeeee?"
Maybe because Britney was kept a prisoner in her own home, mentally abused and financially exploited by the people around her, and was legally under her father's thumb for 13 years, unable to even have children on his say so? Meanwhile, Lindsay's "problems" were that people said mean things about her online and her vodka delivery service couldn't keep up with her. BOO HOO.
And then she wonders why people hate her and look forward to her fucking off from social media. BYE BITCH
I like how the title of her post references a short story about a society that keeps young children in literal perpetual misery to sustain itself.
The references to terrible suffering are icing on the cake. Imagine comparing the sneers of a few Twitter nobodies to the legalized abuse, exploitation, and confinement of one of the biggest pop stars in the world. Incredible reach. I don’t know how her mind even went there. Her suffering and Britney’s suffering are in completely different categories of experience.
If we have to do celebrity analogues, Lindsay is more like Chris Pratt: not actually offensive in any serious way, but annoying enough in small ways to get Twitter rooting against him, more critical of his gaffes than they’d be if he were charming. Pratt is another one with paper thin skin who can’t stand a few jabs even though he’s liked well enough outside the Twitter reality warp. Lindsay’s suffering reminds me more than anything of the time Pratt lost a dumb poll for Worst Chris and felt the sting so badly that he sent a fleet of his Marvel co-stars out to vouch for his Goodness. She takes every flippant dig with the same self-seriousness, and in so doing ensures that the sharks will smell blood in the water and dunk harder.
But Lindsay can’t see herself in the reflection of anyone but a pure and sympathetic victim of other people’s cruelty and greed, so Britney Spears it is. And Omelas. Lol the absurdity I do not have the energy to take that apart.