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- Dec 17, 2019
Be even weirder when the wind clearly blows the other way.This is kind of hard to describe but I'm sure other people will know what I mean by this-
Looking at Ellen page I feel weirdly almost physically sick with worry, like you're watching a disaster just before it's happened from too far away to do anything about it.
I have never seen someone look so much a phsycial manifestation of their own fucked up mental state, aside from like 50 year old toothless junkies who you look at and see the lifetime of abuse carved out on their body by all the choices they made because of their broken brains.
It's so weird to see her be attemtpedly held up by the media as something positive when it's so fucking clearly not. It's the same vibes as a hostage video.
The whole book is totally pathetic - she had a nice life and has somehow held on to every single incidence of njto being actively adored as abuse.
I'm only skimming through the excerpts but she keeps saying the word "body".
It's so bodily obsessed. I don't knwi if she's trying to eb deep and run an under current of a theme through her terrible writing
writing but yeah. It must be difficult to be specifically typecast as this pint-sized quirky girl and then that time comes to an end and she's clearly having a meltdown about it and has retconned her life accordingly.
We see it again and again, this pathological terror of aging particularly specific to the trans movement of now.
If she isn't dead by then, seeing her say the exact same shit over and over, but now about how she was tRicKEd bY tHe ell gee bee tee keww plus cOmMuNiTy, and it makes her incredibly sad and on the verge of tears (eyeroll).