I still don't get what the appeal of it is, to her. Those who have experience with any kind of antibody-based medicine like this can attest to the price and the side effects being pretty hefty downsides. You can't get high off it. It doesn't make your penis bigger or your thinking clearer. It just makes you ache like you have the flu and contemplate suicide when you open your medical bills.
You've missed a vital part of her pathology, then.
Victoria has a bad case of what I term "Lindsay Bluth Syndrome."
She grew up very rich, in a house where the adults did not have much time to spend with their children and used money as a substitute. When you were being good in Victoria's house, I'm guessing the presents got very expensive, very fast. When you're being bad, the value tanks, you still get presents for your birthday but they're boring pleb gifts, not something insanely out of reach for most people's entire lifetimes. Bad girls get a hamster, good girls get a pony from pristine bloodlines. That kind of thing.
Over time, she decided that having money spent on you was literally functionally equivalent to attention, and she seeks money the way other people of her type seek attention. Like people who try to get attention even in crazy, inappropriate ways that are obviously bad for their long-term well-being, Victoria does the same with trying to get people to buy her expensive things. To her, this is what love means. It goes double if the extreme expense has to do with something she "needs." At that point, your willingness to go the extra mile by buying Victoria the most expensive possible version of something for her "needs" is the way she expects love to be expressed. Declining to provide something after she says she wants it is bad, but if it's after she says she
needs it, you hate her and want her to die. Giving her access to a less-expensive version means your money matters more than her very life.
Her parents taught her that the deal was that you act like a spoiled brat who screams how you simply need the expensive version of everything, your parents roll their eyes but buy it anyway, and you react with effusive, over-the-top, childish praise.
Over and over, we have seen that Victoria judges the desirability of goods and services
exclusively based upon their price. It's why she's so enormously proud of her $60,000 wheelchair and tells us constantly how much it costs. It's why she can't have peasant Benadryl or Claritin but needs hers delivered in the ER or by a compounding pharmacy. It's why she can't stay in any lame normal hotel but needs to stay in a nice one, even when she's supposedly down to her last dollars. She did that in both Florida and NYC, made up reasons it was imperative for her to stay not only in a hotel but a particularly expensive one. It's also why I strongly suspect when she says she has no money, she means "other than my trust fund allowance, which is of course just a pittance that can't cover my special needs."
I'm going to guess this was both why Victoria started munching about allergies and why she pooned out. Allergies are the ultimate "spend more on me at all times, always be thinking about my needs and how your money can be used to make my life better," especially in the upper classes. No peasant bread for Victoria, hers needs to come from special gluten-free bakeries and cost an order of magnitude more. We've seen her use her allergies to claim a need for more expensive food, clothing, shelter, furnishings, transportation, personal care products, and medication...all the needs of daily life, in other words.
Pooning let her find new people to love her by spending money on her surgery and testosterone. It's all about the benjamins.
Which is why she's so happy one of her posts got a lot of retweets and now she got a whole two $100 donations for the first time in weeks.
None of her accounting makes sense. She had $20 left and was overdrafting on her first days in NYC, and it's easy to see how many donations she brings in daily (nowhere near enough to cover a $400+/night hotel, even on a good day). It's obvious there's an allowance she's not talking about. She has no idea how poor "poor" really is.
She's so happy because her genetic testing showed she had increased risk of celiac. She celebrates by deliberately eating food she knows has had gluten contamination, then claiming illness caused by it.
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