This is actually a pajama set. I have no idea why she waited this long to clarify that. I thought it was a matched top and trousers.
I guess when you're that fat, that broke, and have so few clothing options available to you, you grab whatever you can get and make the best of it. Which includes wearing mind-meltingly hideous pajama sets as daywear. She probably only admitted it was a pajama set because if she didn't, all the Penningtons-shopping Canuckistani deathfats in her comments would have set off a chorus of, "But that plaid outfit is
pajamas."
I really like it. I think it's really cool. It's really cozy." She's trying so hard to be a vlogger, and it's so, so, so bad.
I just kept thinking, "Chantal, you live in a country where daytime temps are well over 100°F for half the year, and last summer you sat sweating and visibly uncomfortable in your fartbox apartment, even with the AC on full blast. Somehow, I don't think 'cozy' fits the brief for Kuwaiti summer wear."
This stilted, forced personality that Gunt is shoveling in our faces is extremely off-putting and creepy. Some would say she's always been off-putting and creepy, but many in this thread have noted her, charisma. I wouldn't exactly call it charisma, more a magnetism that many narcissists possess due to their arrogance and need to manipulate others. She was compelling to watch and I'm not exactly sure why. Sure she's fat and shameless, that's a huge part of it. She lacks manners that those of us in polite society use so watching her eat is fascinating.
That her current on-camera persona is so glaringly phony, and put on in support of obvious lies, is what makes it so off-putting. Worse, she's a bad actress, struggling to play a role she obviously hates, and resents having to play it at all—and yet she's too stubborn to give it up, admit failure, and go back to being herself. The only thing remotely entertaining about it is those moments when her thinly-concealed rage breaks all the way through.
What made her real self so compelling to me was that she was just so shamelessly filthy, stupid, and lacking in any manners or common decency, and she was as unself-conscious and about it as an animal. She was a straight-up cretin, and in the fleeting moments when she was aware of it, she still didn't care.
Women in particular are relentlessly socialized to appear as if they have no gross bodily functions, to keep themselves clean, and to not do anything that makes them appear gross, dirty, ill-mannered, or like sone antisocial degenerate—but Chantal obviously didn't get any of that messaging. She was vain enough to put on a full face of makeup and hide her baldness with hair fibers, and in times past she still got her nails done. But then she'd act like a pig wallowing in its own shit without a moment's shame or hesitation, because it's as natural for her to do that as it is for my cat to lick his asshole in front of my houseguests. And a human living on that animalistic a level, with so few fucks given, is going to make for compelling watching, even if she doesn't actually do very much.
