This is what I've always wondered about Chantal and I've said it before. It's definitely strange that someone who is so male obsessed and who would throw everything in her life down the drain for a chance with some not even mediocre male is okay with looking the way she does and appearing in front of any of them smelling, passing gas, making insane faces, bald, body more deformed each day. Getting a man, any kind of man(except trannypeetz) is the only thing that makes her feel like she has any worth and still she meets them looking and smelling like obese Gollum.
It isn't strange at all when you put it in the right context.
Dewlap has reverse dysphoria. While simultaneously being more or less a shut-in like Ramona Flowers. Yeah, she gets in her fartbox and drives around to the fass fud, outhouse, Montreal, wash, rinse, repeat. But all that actually is, is an extension of her shut-in regressive life. Hell, she even did this with COOBA, while smugging about how worldly she is. Can't get more worldly than a gated resort you never left the room from (excepting the restaurants).
She genuinely, DEAD ASS sees herself as the popular Ingenue. The head cheerleader, or the bad ass GAWF girl--it changes from day to day it seems. She dead ass thinks the VIB's, haters, and everyone else are the murder set pieces waiting to gather 'round at 1st lunch to listen to her bloviate and fart about her latest bum sex or how she TOADARRY beat Mega DeeDeeDooDoo's ass. It's just like you're back in the 8th grade, guys. Just remember when the bell rings there's only 5 minutes in your passing period, so make sure you have your things out of your locker for 6th hour.
At the same time, Gunt thinks she's an edgy, edgy, edgelord comedian: Like a mashup of Phyllis Diller, Lea DeLaria, Bill Murray, and Gabriel Iglesias. Hell, she may favor Ron White for all I know, given her habit of drinking/smoking/drugs. Go for that "loveable" trashy diamond-in-the-rough dive bar guy type.
Except with Chantal... it ain't working. It never did. She has no idea, and no desire to know no matter how many well meaning VIB's or viewers try to tell her. She can't pull it off. She needs to stop, but she can't. She's done this for so long, she's more or less on autopilot with her appalling filth and behavior.
Nothing strange about this. I've said it before. Chantal's antics make for an interesting horror story/movie in the right hands. Someone earlier in the week posted a supercut of Chantal's bullshit. All the Youtuber really did was add ambient horror music and echo microphone effect. Made for perfect raw horror.
Except in this case, the horror should feature either a beautiful cheerleader or GOFF girl in high school. Popular, lots of friends, more hangers-on, all the cute guys wanna fuck her. Teachers adore her and give her great grades on everything she turns in.
And then, somewhere close to the end of our story, the camera pans back.
And there sits Chantal in her Superfund of a bedroom. Balding. Hasn't showered since the Clinton administration. Farting. Visible clouds of gnats everywhere. She farts and her eyes widen when she realizes that one was a little...wet.
And the real realization yanks her back to reality where she sees that only 4 people are in the chatroom. And Nader's rent is due next week.
