I haven't posted in months--I think the last outburst I had on here was spluttering about someone informing me when Cutie finally dies. We all know that won't happen anytime soon.
...just as we all know that she will never, EVER be someone worth watching ever again. It's kind of like that dysfunctional relationship most of us have experienced when, a while after the breakup, we go through Fading Affect Bias: we perceive past events in a positive way as time passes, and even pine for the person who made our lives so unbearable.
Chantal has never had a personality, or any charisma, or anything charming or alluring. We tuned in many years ago to an irritating small-town dingaling with a head like a Chernobyl butternut squash and a mouth like a donkey, noisily shovelling in her chow with guitar-pick fake nails and stories about her life that were even more synthetic. She was often depressed, always annoying, overtly a halfwit, and was a bit of a novelty.
This cow made lightning in a bottle during the 2018/2019 obese-mukbanger phenomenon, and got even luckier during 2020 when we were all forced to believe we'd die of a bad flu and needed to stay inside and watch more YouTube.
Her era with Nader went on for around a year and a half, an entertaining time when she did drugs and stalked a repugnant Egyptian: it's what so many people are dying to have back, because we believed that she was actually fun, funny, interesting, nutty, and worthy of hours of our time. She was not, and is not. Chantal is a mentally-defective waste of oxygen who is coasting on a blip of past glory. There is nothing to offer anymore, and there never will be again. She is yesterday's news; a very sick and irrelevant has-been who is just getting sicker by the day, on every conceivable level.
I'm not damning a soul here who still follows her, since I did for a very long while, and I have fantastic memories of brilliant commentary on this thread, as well as side-splitting BP chats. Chantal pulled a lot of us through a dark patch in modern society, and I am grateful for the distraction, but what does it ultimately spell out about where we were at, and where we're going?
...but really, all of this is a preamble for me to say that if I read one more person here, there, or anywhere online using the word "performative," which is now the most infuritatingly meaningless word of the decade alongside "literally," I'm going to lose what's left of my mind.
Carry on, Farmers. I still check in, but I got nothin' else to say.

