Goddamn it, Chantal.
She is crying because a rat-faced, skinny-dicked (that was his dick, we all know it was), drug-dealing, mostly jobless loser didn't answer her texts within seconds of receiving them. She is upset because she did laundry for a man who scrubs her crotch and shaves it before he will touch her and she feels used even though he's made it clear she's just one slampig of several. He is so stupid that he does not understand how the Internet works, baffled that Chantal isn't responsible for every video that mentions his name and certain no one will share his DMs if he tells them not to, and she's crying over him.
She needs this comeuppance. She needs this crucible moment wherein she sees herself clearly and changes. But she just invoked her grandmother's name to emphasize it wasn't Nader's dick in that picture and is probably spending what a family of four shells out for weekly groceries on the binge that will tamp down her misery for an hour or so.
Did anyone really think shit would get this pitiful? Honestly, this is way sadder (and funnier) than I ever thought possible.
And it doesn't really matter at the moment but I am still stunned she cannot fold laundry. Did she never observe other people folding their clothes? There are scenes in television and films where characters fold their clothes. There are YouTube videos that show you how to fold everything from deep-pocket fitted sheets to freshly-starched shirts to dozens of ways to deal with socks. You literally have to be aggressively stupid not to pick up on basics like this. But then again I don't even think she puts clothes in drawers, hence her grubbing around in the trash under her dressing table to find "clean" underwear.
is this the end of the Egypt saga?
