Sex Fiend Chantal is the absolute worst Chantal. Prior to this era, Health Guru Chantal would almost anger me. But this phase? It is unendurable. I don't know what sparked it--apart from switching role models from Amberlynn to Sagittarius Shawty--but her narcissism and naivety and infantilism and sheer heinousness are making me actually long for someone to insult and punish her in person.
It's what she has earmed. She never gets called out on her toe-curling behaviour, ever, not from her curated chats or from her family or from that slob she loves with. She has sculpted herself a world where she is free to do, be, act, and say what she wants with impunity, zero consequences, and the end result is this foul, retarded toddler.
Those drooling basket cases that are her followers have been the most dangerous enablers of Chantal's stupidity and juvenility, and now it has led to this: Getting higher than the Sputnik, blathering and giggling about boys and weiners, truly believing she is a cutey-cute chubby gal...and boasting about (fake) creeps on Tinder who want to meet her in a hotel, who send her sex video stills, who have lascivious phone chats with her, as if all of it were normal, aspirational, and exciting instead of horrifying.
Proving, of course, that she has never, ever had 'ho" days. She knows zilch about men and sex. Nothing.
I cannot watch her anymore, not until this era is over and she goes back to lecturing me about carbs and gluten. Or of course, until she livestreams her beheading in a Days Inn.
