Her eyebrows she claims not to shape have changed shape again, of their own accord, I suppose. Her latest object insta selfie of Earth's moon next to an indifferent cat has comments enabled; none of her other posts do. They're all simping, of course, but out of scientific curiosity (read: extreme lockdown boredom) I did a bit of IG prowling to get a bigger picture. Much bigger, in many cases.
This handsome couple is a pair of Chantal fans. I wonder what they can relate to her with?
His profile. Evidence suggests his mental acuity is roughly on par with Saint Chantal's, like in this hairstyle reveal where he cropped out his hair:
He's in that magical obesity bracket where his sex is totally indeterminate unless he hasn't shaved for several days. Even then, his facial hair is sparser than Our Chinny's. Hmm.
Lesbian with lupus. Stoner of the "it's medical" species. Funny on paper, but actually just a rare strain of Karen.
Who's this swarthy ingénue?
Oh, it's a recovering heroin junkie. You know someone has achieved a lot in life when they list familial relationships as personal credentials. Having siblings with kids is not an accomplishment, Nicole.
Our last exhibition in the gallery of Winning At Life is...
Watch out, this guy is
dark. Literally; I don't know why but Chinny has a lot of Latin and black simps. He's a "deathrock" edgelord who's also queer and poly and the usual litany of unfalsifiable labels that overweight betas glom onto. Nothing says edgy like being in total lockstep with status quo gender politics, after all.
There are many more in the comments, but this was a good core sample of the social rejects that contitute her simp quorum.
