@Actinidia: Jesus fucking Christ how do you manage to be that fat at 19? Her family tree must be a wreath.
My guess: working white trash mom with a shitty second or third husband who fed her kids various equivalents of Hot Pockets and Jimmy Dean Breakfast Bowls, washed down with lots of soda. I don't think Polissa's current food habits are all that much different than what she was raised on.
I do not see the point in heckling someone this way when they've obviously made change. Jenn's advice to Polissa was genuine advice, good advice that may one day lead her to not having to beg strangers for money and actually have some control over her life. And full of compassion for her hoarded animals. Depending on the context of her abandonment of animals and kids (did she literally abandon them or leave them with family while she got clean?) it's over now and doesn't matter. An addict is not the same person they were before addiction or are after recovery. The choice to change matters.
Who the fuck would orbit this woman, she has zero redeeming qualities. She's nasty as all hell, ungrateful for any help and neglects her animals very badly. I cannot think of any obvious postives to her personality that we can see online
Other people who also have zero redeeming qualities; that's who. Or else tender-hearted people who are just too dumb and lacking in self-confidence to call Polissa out on her shit.
If anybody here follows the odious Jude Valentin, remember that she had a Twitch community with a following of sadbrained, shut-in genderspecials, who bought her all kinds of shit before she got cancelled.
If Jude could get any kind of following together at all, there's no reason Polissa can't. It's just a matter of finding people at or beneath her level, who identify with her strongly enough. And they're going to be short on intelligence, long on victim mentality, and ultra-long on resentment against anybody who has it better than them, and won't just hand it over for the asking.
And of course they're going to turn on Jenn because Jenn, no matter what terrible consequences she created in her past as an addict, has manage to haul herself back up to living like a functional human being again. The kinds of people who gravitate to Polissa, and white-knight for her, can't stand seeing somebody who was safely "beneath" them—a junkie who lost her kids, and abandoned animals, and basically did all the hideous, destructive shit junkies end up doing—not only turn her life around, but become a better human than they are. That she was able to do that means they really have no excuses for staying locked in their own misery, and they
hate to be reminded of that (even if they're not fully aware that's what's happening).
tl;dr: Crabs in a bucket are mad that the most unfit crab in the bucket made her escape.
I wouldn't say I like her, but for once it's interesting to see someone on Twitter not believing Polissa's BS and pity stories.
It's interesting to me because we really get to see Polissa go into excuse-making overdrive, while getting angrier and more defensive at each gentle suggestion.
I've got a personal lolcow who is a dumb, low-functioning Narcissist like Polissa, and she does the same thing; people try to offer her helpful advice and she just gets angry and tells them all the reasons it won't work. (She also does the "explode into a rage over a minor point, as a distraction from the fact she's not addressing the major ones" bit somebody mentioned earlier in this thread.)
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I think I remember her saying that her brother and his wife were expecting back in May. If that’s the case, then well fuck
Dat name tho
Well, that's shitty and sad, and I'm sorry for their loss.
(That said,
that name. Oof. Then again, she was going to be born into a family that already has a Polissa, so I guess shit-awful names are a family tradition.)
'Ghost handprint ornaments'
Wow that's either some spectacular foreshadowing or particularly bad taste
Maybe the baby was due at Halloween? Still, making ghosts of your infant's handprints rattles something in the back of my mind, as if countless generations of my superstitious Europeasant ancestors shouted out, "No! It's a curse! Don't do that, you fools!"