Snowflake Christine Milneaux - Munchie who came here to sperg [PM sneasel if you wanna do a proper OP on this tard]

[Christine Milneaux]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

 

[MistressCaridad]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

No one gives a shit about any of your social media at all, honestly.

 

[Whatthefuck]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

Here's the tea. People who have ball gowns and jewels for societal reasons don't feel the need to post on insta. It's considered gauche. Neither do they feel the need to feign illness and romanticize a marriage to an abusive, pedo gnome.

 

[Late Night Munchies]

Is there a way to anonymously submit someone to Dr. Phil? Christine needs to go to The Ranch lmao

 

[MistressCaridad]

Here's the tea. People who have ball gowns and jewels for societal reasons don't feel the need to post on insta. It's considered gauche. Neither do they feel the need to feign illness and romanticize a marriage to an abusive, pedo gnome.

Chrissy seems to know very little about the era that she’s so obsessed with.

Victorian Era Decency and Manners

Victorian Era Decency and Manners

victorian-era.org

http://www.avictorian.com/etiquette.html

The morals and customs of the time were a strict modesty for women. Being overdressed for an occasion was just as improper as being underdressed and ostentatious clothing and jewelry were considered, quite frankly, trashy... as was blatantly trying to dominate a conversation or draw all attention to oneself. Laziness was also considered gauche as “God helps those who help themselves” and even housewives and children were expected to be industrious.

 

[Kate Farms Shill]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

You have an instagram?

Anyway, back on the topic of medical history. In 1937 Harold Watkins, head chemist of the S.E. Massengill Pharmaceutical Company, created a novel formulation of sulfanilamide, an early antibiotic. Sulfanilamide is actually a dye, a product of German dye manufacturers who realized that some dyes only stain bacteria and therefore could be used to attack them. The first successful antibiotic from a dye is Prontosil which saved FDR Jr's life and won its creators the Nobel. Sulfanilamide, one of the components of Prontosil, was discovered a year later.

The problem is that sulfanilamide, being a dye, doesn't dissolve in water, so it was sold as a powder. Kids fought taking it. Watkins had the idea to use some kind of solvent to dissolve the powder into a raspberry flavored syrup to get them to take it. Unfortunately he used diethylene glycol as the solvent, which is way toxic. There was no law requiring any kind of animal testing at the time and over 100 people died in just a short few weeks and Watkins killed himself in horror.

Just another reason I'm glad to live in current year.

 

[Toasty]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

Nope.

 

[horridtorrid]

That is stunning, brilliant prose. Bravo, bravo. I do get it, to some degree. I'm going to try for once to avoid extraneous details that might annoy you, but very recently I had a mishap with my cerebral palsy that made me look very ungraceful even though I was literally wearing a ball gown and jewels at the time. I received plenty of sympathy from onlookers and from my husband but I still felt a deep sense of shame that I have not encountered since childhood, a sense of shame that I long ago fought to conquer by proclaiming illness my cherished lover rather than letting it rape me. I am not entirely unfamiliar with the unromantic side of illness, I hope I can impress this upon you. I felt and still feel humiliated, but I am determined to romanticize even that incident, and intend at some point in the near future to pontificate about it on Insta.

Don't compliment me, I was making fun of you by intentionally being grandiose and over the top, and receiving a compliment from someone like you gives me more cancer. Illness cannot be a "cherished lover," and it doesn't rape you either. Those are not comparable as an analogy, I gave you the dragon thing because it makes sense in a very basic way but calling illness your lover in any capacity, even a rapey one (we know how you feel about statutory at least) exposes how you've intentionally chosen to be this way. You don't just magically not romanticize being sick because you recognize that you tripped one time, or tripped any other time. You could admit repeatedly that you violently shit yourself every morning and still romanticize illness, even if you actually had the disease. (Gwen Hartley anyone?) You romanticize illness because you openly want to be sick, and that's inherently offensive and detrimental to those that actually have terminal illness and openly do not want to be sick. And on top of it all, you are perfectly healthy, physically at least. Nice job dodging my point though, really showing off that reading comprehension.

 

[Christine Milneaux]

Don't compliment me, I was making fun of you by intentionally being grandiose and over the top, and receiving a compliment from someone like you gives me more cancer. Illness cannot be a "cherished lover," and it doesn't rape you either. Those are not comparable as an analogy, I gave you the dragon thing because it makes sense in a very basic way but calling illness your lover in any capacity, even a rapey one (we know how you feel about statutory at least) exposes how you've intentionally chosen to be this way. You don't just magically not romanticize being sick because you recognize that you tripped one time, or tripped any other time. You could admit repeatedly that you violently shit yourself every morning and still romanticize illness, even if you actually had the disease. (Gwen Hartley anyone?) You romanticize illness because you openly want to be sick, and that's inherently offensive and detrimental to those that actually have terminal illness and openly do not want to be sick. And on top of it all, you are perfectly healthy, physically at least. Nice job dodging my point though, really showing off that reading comprehension.

Okay, let me try to parse this... give me a moment; this is all very foreign to me. We have established that, theoretically, someone with a genuine and very unpleasant illness can be truthful about her symptoms, and yet still romanticize the illness and desire to have it and/or be happy more often than not that it was dropped in her lap. Yes? I think I'm following...
Furthermore, whether or not the illness is real, it's the romanticizing it that is the cardinal sin here, yes? That is your opinion?
If so, that point exactly is where you lost me. My train of thought absolutely derailed. It was as though I could still understand each individual word, and the same phrases in different contexts, but put together in that exact order-- honest to gods I'm not sealioning intentionally-- my mind simply refuses to process what is being presented to it.

Being okay with and/or romanticizing being sick, even if you yourself are also a sufferer, is detrimental to other sufferers because someone somewhere might see their limited ability and make incorrect assumptions about an afflicted person in their own lives? The words with which to convey my present reaction escape me.

 

[MistressCaridad]

lots of autism

Since you’re playing dumb, let me break it down for you (As an aside, English isn’t even my first language but I can understand perfectly what @horridtorrid is saying.

See, due to my job I come in contact with a lot of chronically and even terminally ill people. For the most part they all agree that chronic illness sucks ass big time. They also agree that life is too short to make it all about their illness and thus don’t play the “ohhhh so sick” card.

They try to put as much life into whatever good days they have or whatever time they have left instead of lying in bed and simpering like little bitches about how ill they are. Frankly, the only ones I’ve ever seen who lie around and bitch about feeling bad are very old, very ill people who’ve been ill for a long time and lazy spoiled assholes like you who prey on the good in human nature by pretending to be sick and Suffering(tm) to blatantly try to manipulate people into giving you attention.

 

[billaboing]

Okay, let me try to parse this... give me a moment; this is all very foreign to me. We have established that, theoretically, someone with a genuine and very unpleasant illness can be truthful about her symptoms, and yet still romanticize the illness and desire to have it and/or be happy more often than not that it was dropped in her lap. Yes? I think I'm following...
Furthermore, whether or not the illness is real, it's the romanticizing it that is the cardinal sin here, yes? That is your opinion?
If so, that point exactly is where you lost me. My train of thought absolutely derailed. It was as though I could still understand each individual word, and the same phrases in different contexts, but put together in that exact order-- honest to gods I'm not sealioning intentionally-- my mind simply refuses to process what is being presented to it.

Being okay with and/or romanticizing being sick, even if you yourself are also a sufferer, is detrimental to other sufferers because someone somewhere might see their limited ability and make incorrect assumptions about an afflicted person in their own lives? The words with which to convey my present reaction escape me.

No.

What is wrong with you?? I can't tell whether or not you're being deliberately obtuse. I'm choosing to believe that you're being a cockwomble on purpose rather than that you're actually this oblivious.

Literally nobody, NOBODY, who has an actual, severe chronic illness, that has a serious effect on quality of life and/or is life limiting, 'desires to have it' or be 'happy more often than not that it was dropped in her lap'. NOBODY is happy to be in pain. Nobody is happy to be limited in what they can do. Sick people want to be able to work, to go out with friends, to go on holiday, to go to bars and clubs, to be NORMAL. This applies to all sick people, from people who have had the common cold for a couple of days to people with cancer or cystic fibrosis. People that don't have this attitude have either developed maladaptive coping mechanisms, have gross psychopathology/personality disorders, or are really not that sick. Feeling fortunate to have an illness does not happen in basically any other circumstances.

Things can be a bit different when it comes to disability - this can be more of an identity thing, its complex etc. We're not talking about that. We are talking, specifically, about the experience of being ill and of suffering.

You need serious, high intensity psychological help. And you really need to stop the way you are behaving. The way you, somebody who is, at least physically, healthy, are speaking to somebody who has ACTUAL CANCER, is just... There are no words. I have plenty of patients that would happily smack you across the face for suggesting that they should 'desire to have' their terminal illnesses.

If I were less of a professional, I would tell you to go suck a whole bag of dicks. However, you're clearly mentally ill and in need of therapy and probably some strong psychotropic medications, so even though you're being offensive as all fuck and honestly making my blood boil (inb4 mad on the internet), I'ma try to keep in mind that Munchausen's disease is just that, a disease. But please try to stop being so much of an absolute raging ballsack to people with actual life limiting disease, as much as you are capable.

AND PLEASE. GET. HELP.

 

[Late Night Munchies]

Wow Christine.. community college for 8 years, huh?

 

[Dutch Courage]

This thread seems overdue for Spergatory... It really does not fit the criteria of a Beauty Parlor thread in any way, imo

 

[Recoil]

You've seen the ball gown already. The green one with the bodice jewels, does no one check my Insta??

You are legitimately terrifying. You terrify me because you're quite aware of how you're perceived by normal people in base reality yet you continue to act As If. You receive a million cues, but you continue to act As If.

That means you output massive amounts of energy maintaining the fictional overlay that adorns your reality. In order to keep carrying on As If, you've needed to become callus to emotional exigencies of those who share your world. Your prime directive is maintaining that victorian overlay & in the rush to do so you let other people's feelings and dreams fall by the wayside. You think your campaign will ensure that your own dreams and wants don't fall by the wayside, but you won't admit the truth of the matter to yourself (even tho you already have on some deep and secret level). The truth of the matter is that you are forgoing your ability to actualize the outcome you desire in your life in favor of servicing your ego and telling yourself that things are going according to plan.

This is terrifying to me because it's the sort of thinking that gives us Hitlers, Stalins and Ted Bundys. Of course, how I feel is not important to you. Let's get back to you.

Living in service of your ego and your narrative is cutting off your options. You can recover and realize those dreams IF and only if you have the capacity to be honest with yourself. This is not easy, I know. Start small. Before you go to sleep tonight, say to yourself silently:

"I'm full of shit and I know it. I'm a liar and I know it. I want to be better. I want to become righteous and honest through and through. Help me to shed my own illusions."

That's all it takes. A step in the right direction.

 

[horridtorrid]

Okay, let me try to parse this... give me a moment; this is all very foreign to me. We have established that, theoretically, someone with a genuine and very unpleasant illness can be truthful about her symptoms, and yet still romanticize the illness and desire to have it and/or be happy more often than not that it was dropped in her lap. Yes? I think I'm following...
Furthermore, whether or not the illness is real, it's the romanticizing it that is the cardinal sin here, yes? That is your opinion?
If so, that point exactly is where you lost me. My train of thought absolutely derailed. It was as though I could still understand each individual word, and the same phrases in different contexts, but put together in that exact order-- honest to gods I'm not sealioning intentionally-- my mind simply refuses to process what is being presented to it.

Being okay with and/or romanticizing being sick, even if you yourself are also a sufferer, is detrimental to other sufferers because someone somewhere might see their limited ability and make incorrect assumptions about an afflicted person in their own lives? The words with which to convey my present reaction escape me.

This is working off your apparent desire to be a "public figure." Granted, "illness influencers" are unpopular in the grand scheme of things. Whether that's because of the disgusting nature of it or the inherent immorality of lying about dying for likes is up to you... actually no it's not it's the second one. Look at that, I lied too.

If you can't understand how lying about being a member of a group is bad, how that can create confusion about the way that group experiences the world and their capabilities, and how it can effect people's opinion of groups you claim to be a part of and subsequently cause harm to said groups, then I dont know how to help you.

Keep in mind, this is assuming you become a public figure. So it's not "just a few people" (which, not sure how fucking over "just a few" chronic working people is still okay but whatever) its hundreds, thousands of people. These people you reach as a public figure are managers, supervisors. People's bosses. They see you and your lukewarm ass symptoms and assume lupus isn't that bad and Jane is just over overreactively malingering her way out of work, hell next time she says she's having a flare up, maybe she should have to come into work with her "fever" or else Jane should be fired. Most people with chronic illness have lives, jobs, careers. Hell, aspirations that aren't centered around dying. You desiring to publicly lie on a scale as large as you can make it effects them. Sure, terminal illness is debilitating and everyone hits a point where they simply can't work, but typically having a job that isn't staring at "Insta" and pretending to be an old timey bitch is pretty important to mental health. You fucking that up for everyone actually suffering from lupus, or any other disease for that matter, by lying with an intent to get as many people as possible to see it as a public figure is fucked up. On top of that, wanting symptoms minimizes them into things that aren't that bad. If you Want lupus, it makes it seem less serious, and makes it more difficult for people with the illness to be believed if more people see it as something they can use to malinger. See: Fibromyalgia. Here, I tried long winded again, but I'll try short now.

LYING BAD.
LYING HURT.
YOU EFFECT PEOPLE.
WANT SICK BAD.
FAKE SICK BAD.
YOU NO SICK.
HURT PEOPLE ARE SICK.
YOU BAD.

Also thank you @billaboing (love you doc) for pointing out what she fucking said because right after I went off about reading comprehension I missed this. Holy fucking shit. Fuck you Chrissy. Chronic people do not want their fucking symptoms, mostly because they suck, but also BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE TO WANT THEM TO HAVE THEM YOU OBTUSE FUCKING SHIT WEASEL.

 

[Christine Milneaux]

You're wrong about how you feel being of no importance to me, @Recon. I have read that first, longest paragraph repeatedly, transfixed. Make what you will of it

Oh, right, that. You're still assuming I'm lying about the lupus. I'm not.

 

[Recoil]

You're wrong about how you feel being of no importance to me, @Recon. I have read that first, longest paragraph repeatedly, transfixed. Make what you will of it

I don't care about what YOU think of me. The idea that I would is your disorder lying to you. Tell it to fuck off and stop listening to its lies.

Do the uncomfortable thing and admit your falsehoods to yourself. Just to yourself at first.
Watch as the world changes around you.

 

[Late Night Munchies]

I don't care about what YOU think of me. The idea that I would is your disorder lying to you. Tell it to fuck off and stop listening to its lies.

Do the uncomfortable thing and admit your falsehoods to yourself. Just to yourself at first.
Watch as the world changes around you.

I already tried having this conversation with her-- it is genuinely useless. I gave her so much compassion and laid out a clear path of learning to be honest with herself bit by bit, and it resulted in nothing. If anything, it only made her want to be sick more.

Very sad, but some people are so fucked up that the only way they'll get better is in formal intensive treatment.

 

[Christine Milneaux]

Here's the unfortunate thing though. I am aware of how other people perceive me. You think that my joint pain and fever aren't real. You think I'm faking. You think that's gaudy. You think in general that illness should never be glamorized and in specific that my illness is not real/severe/physical enough to warrant the emotional labor for which I'm asking. And I probably shouldn't have asked a cancer patient to break down why he's offended; you're right. That was poorly done; I concede and apologize, but I'll never understand how people with legitimate illnesses can be deemed "bad" for romanticizing their own illness. That's all I'm saying. If you think I'm faking, fine. I'm not revealing real medical papers for you. Just don't say romanticization, in and of itself, is the issue.

 

[Late Night Munchies]

Here's the unfortunate thing though. I am aware of how other people perceive me. You think that my joint pain and fever aren't real. You think I'm faking. You think that's gaudy. You think in general that illness should never be glamorized and in specific that my illness is not real/severe/physical enough to warrant the emotional labor for which I'm asking. And I probably shouldn't have asked a cancer patient to break down why he's offended; you're right. That was poorly done, I concede and apologize, but I'll never understand how people with legitimate illnesses can be deemed "bad" for romanticizing their own illness. That's all I'm saying. If you think I'm faking, fine; I'm not revealing real medical papers for you. Just don't say romanticization, in and of itself, is the issue.

You don't HAVE a fucking legitimate illness. That's the issue. Your doctor has explicitly told you multiple times that you do not have lupus.