I have read every page of this thread. You all have made me laugh countless times.
You've given Ryann many nicknames, but I didn't see "Superwaddle" among them. Admittedly it is not the most creative but it is what came instantly to my mind. It is what she really does in a "super" sort of way, as opposed to modeling. Like you I cannot believe this bitch was ever hired to "model." She never could walk properly, even when she was starting out at a size 26 (the last time she was a 22/24 was in high school), and she is shaped like a potato balanced atop two knock-kneed legs. She's profoundly ugly inside and out and the only people who admire her are people in her image; other deathfats who are narcissistic piles of vaguely human-shaped shit.
I have rejoiced in the hilarious image of her date literally loping off into the night, haunted by the smells his awkward fumbling unearthed. For not one, but two men to turn down sex with her means her hygiene really has hit a sort of event horizon. Men willing to even date her have zero standards so it must have been a smell issue rather than a personality issue.
Jingle bells, Ryann smells.
"Superwaddle." I fucking love it. Welcome to the Farms.
So what do you guys think it will actually take for her to get “cancelled”? Or at least somewhat cancelled.
I do think that this bullshit anorexic claim is starting to make the public see she’s a lying narcissist.
But this won’t be enough to to actually “cancel” her. I’m wondering what what it will actually take to do her in.
I think, in her case, it's just going to be a continued slow chipping away at her popularity and already-marginal fame, as she keeps saying and doing stupid shit in transparent bids for attention. As it is, she's almost too much of a joke to bother canceling; nobody takes her seriously.
And unlike other media figures or celebrities, nobody envies her, or any professional accomplishments and success she may have. They might wish they could consoom at her level, but the last thing they want is to
be her.
Canceling a successful writer, actor, film director, actual model, journalist, or businessperson is satisfying to the cancel mob because when you get down to it the cancel mob aren't just random people; they're superfluous, unsuccessful members of an over-stuffed bourgeoisie. They're people who grew up and went to college, secure the whole time in the belief that they deserved success and would step right into a comfortable life post-college--only to end up stuck in low-paid, low-status employment because the economy can no longer absorb so many college graduates. On top of that, most are crushed under massive student loan debts they can never hope to repay, which thwarts risk-taking and other means of upward mobility that might be available to them.
To an extent, I can feel bad for the superfluous bourgeoisie who make up the cancelling class, because they got lied to so blatantly, and sold fantasies of success they were never going to be able to make happen in reality. So they're deeply bitter, and consumed by envy of anybody who did succeed. They could strike back against the system that exploited them, and encourage younger people not to fall into the same trap, but for various reasons they won't. So instead, they look for people who have what they believe they are entitled to and have been unfairly denied, and look for reasons to tear them to shreds. They make demands that those people conform to ever-shifting standards of what is acceptable language, and go in for the kill when they don't.
Tess is a big, fat joke. She's an obese, white-trash, high-school dropout who pretends to be a supermodel and has to say increasingly stupid shit in order to get attention on social media. Anybody with two functioning brain cells knows that her life is probably not as great as she presents it, that living in her body is a punishment, and that time is not on her side. Nobody--except other low-class fatties--aspires to be her. Nobody went to college to be Tess Holliday. There is no status envy there, and status envy (I am convinced) is the emotional state that fuels cancel culture.
