As for her current pity party, I think one of the more telling elements of it is not the pity she seeks for her self-inflicted poor health. We always get that, and here is more of it. What gets me is how she complains that she can only rent a "shithole" (all is forgiven, Mr. Trump)
Let's think about that. She can only afford a shithole, and it pisses her off. Why should she live in a shithole? She's obviously worth more than that...
And by implication, she is suggesting that the working poor and retirees who make up the bulk of the residents of these Canadian shitholes are inferior to her. They deserve the shithole, not her.
To which we have no choice but return to the obvious: what has Clotso ever done to merit a lifestyle above the level of living in a shithole? She is adamantly unemployed and willfully uneducated, so she has nothing of value to offer the world. Her very existence is a net loss for planet Earth. She consumes much and produces nothing. She leaves an outsized carbon footprint, but does nothing to mitigate it. She contributes nothing to society, but takes what she can get. She is a drain on the healthcare system, but won't so much as even pretend to follow instructions from the doctor that would prevent needing to drain it more. The Earth will be at least fractionally better off the moment she drops dead. An illegal immigrant selling homemade tacos from a pushcart provides far more benefits to Canada than she does.
Yet in her mind, she had a right to get snippy with the rental agent. What kind of asshole rental agent would offer a fourth floor apartment a block away from the office? Fuck the agent for the snow! Chantal feels that she is entitled to a luxury apartment on the ground floor right next to a parking space. Let the grannies and the poor folk walk to their apartments, put them in elevators! Why should Clotso have to endure such inconvenience? Why even bother being polite to the asshole agent, who is trying to force her to live in a shithole?
One of the most tedious things about Chantal is how she never fucking does anything except eat. So I love it when she is forced to venture into the real world and then get bitchslapped by reality. Welcome to the real world, ya fat slob. Want a nice place to live? Get a fucking job. Even if she and her equally unambitious new rock Peetz both worked for minimum wage, between the two of them they would be able to get at least a better shithole than they can get with Peetz' wages alone.
But it is too late for that. Chantal retired from the workforce long ago, and she will never re-enter it; she's too far gone, too much of an outcast from society to ever conform to office life again. The best she can hope for is whatever scratch AdSense pays her, and let's just say she isn't making an eighth of Amberlynn money. Between her food and Peetz' comic books, there ain't gonna be much left over.
So suck it up, buttercup. It will be shitholes until you die, so the good news is that you won't be living in shitholes for long.
