I think there's a few reasons why Eric's family isn't in contact with him and it isn't specifically because he's gay either. He doesn't come across as a pleasant person to be around. His sister's hubby was probably done with Eric's prissy premadonna ass before he walked through the door - because he's dealt with him before.
I think there's a few reasons why Eric's family isn't in contact with him and it isn't specifically because he's gay either. He doesn't come across as a pleasant person to be around. His sister's hubby was probably done with Eric's prissy premadonna ass before he walked through the door - because he's dealt with him before.
Scaring small children is super hilarious. And harping on Ricky for his hair is rich considering Eric has a Kentucky Fried Poodle on his head that's been festering in the summer heat for about a week.
:late:Is Eric mildly exceptional or maybe his mom dropped him on the head when he was young? I thought his mumbling and repeat sentences were due to being boring and trying to stretch the video out. Now I'm convinced he's impaired somehow
He does kind of remind me of Rain Man with the mumbles and ramblings, except I don’t think that he is as any special qualities. Rain Man could count cards, I don’t think that Eric could count to ten most days.
Such an awkward vlog. In this episode Eric and Rickie leave the familiar setting of the Shanty to visit Eric's sister and her family, a perplexed and frightened four year old son and mute husband trying to disappear behind his phone screen. Eric makes sure to bring his overbearing critical sass, Vine catchphrases, and awkward rambling narration. Everything is met with a superior "GIRL, WHAT IS YOU DOIN?!?!?" reaction type deal. Rickie, accustomed to this, plays along, but the interactions with his sister make clear his tone is abrasive, unpleasant, oblivious, and just weird.
Eric brought face products to try. Rather than calmly explaining the process and maybe showing how it's done, he has her try it first. While crammed into an approximately 2x3 bathroom this exchange:
E: So we're gettin ready to sthcrub our faces- You, You're not gonna wet your face first??
Sis: Shit, I've never used this!
E(so pompous, so loud, so annoying): ITH A STHCRUB. YOU WET YOUR FATHCE. (turns to Rickie) Ugh, what you doin?
R: I pulled my-
E: Uew, what izth that?!
R: I pulled my hair back!
E (squeals): WHAT IZTH THAT?!?! UGH, WHAT IZTH THAT?! (dumb giggle)
This shit started before this scene and continues well after.
Eric is his usual flamboyant self, a persona developed as a lost and frightened gay youth coming of age in the hostile territory of the American south. He immersed himself into the cultural phenomena of unapologetic drag queens and the simple humor of Vine. It is now a reflex and an all purpose communication style at once worn as armor, couching roasting and nitpicking and bitchiness with laughter. It serves as low effort displays of affection and bonding in Shantytown. Rickie and Becky elicit knowing laughs, join in quoting stale Vines, and sling roasts back. While shallow and bankrupt of originality or creativity, the Shanty is a safe haven, shelter from the scary, unbearable, anxiety inducing outside world.
Enter Big AL: A quarter ton of baggage, bile, and unhealed wounds, figuratively and lidurly. In the early Becky days, ChameleonLynn adopted superficial changes: a moody "more dark type style" and a serious consideration of rocking snapbacks on her own fat head. Becky, the personification of a thumb in every possible way, offers little else to siphon aside from symptoms of anxiety and major depressive disorders. Amber's newest personality iteration is truly shaped when she joins the happy household. She must once again follow her parasitic survival instincts and struggles to ingratiate herself and fit in with her new hosts.
In Eric's early vlogs she simpers and cackles. She punctuates performative "honey boo boo chile" echoes from the Destiny Era with desperate attempts to misdirect from her shocking girth and mask her clear displeasure with this amateur's camera shoved in her face. But when signature Eric bitchiness comes at her full force, she cannot hide her shock and astonish. She thrives on a those around her feigning blindness to her disgusting reality as they overcompensate for their visceral disgust and pity with forced friendliness.
But ever industrious AL adapts with a fierce. He bites, she bites back. She can throw zingers too guize, though she lacks Eric's aplomb. Hers stumble out clunky, all sharp edges, vindictive and pressed. She knows that perpetuating this exchange leaves her vulnerable to counterattacks. She is ultimately the lowest of low hanging fruit. While she can participate in the roasting, her outsider status is undeniable every time she's like wuuut to Vine parroting by the three amigos. They laugh and laugh and say she wouldn't get it, and she stews with humiliation, alienation, and hatred, all fuel for the next nightly binge. Over a year of being a Shantytown resident later, she's still uncomfortable but can lazily play along. Always being on the defensive is hard y'all, so it takes weeks at a time in her bedroom and becoming nocturnal to avoid everyone and recover. Later, AL reveals it was hard to adjust to Eric and she thought he hated her, but it is just how he is. No gorl, he hated you. Remember Rafe and Eric's shittalking fiasco? KF remembers.
AL is a master mimic on the surface, but she lacks any talent for that which can't be shallowly imitated: sincerity (unless it's an AL pity party, and even that often feels put on). Much like Eric in the outside world, she is oblivious to any shifts in tone. She smirks and clunks out snide quips, pretending to not have a care in the world. This was clear in Eric's Very Special Pride Episode, how she signed his birthday card, trading slut and hoe nicknames with Eric, and most recently in Eric's Very Special Thanksgiving Episode. He reflects with gratitude and gives a rare glimpse of genuine heart. When AL is asked what she is thankful for this year, she snarks, "you ... I guess" with a sneer, then attempts her swiftest shuffle away from the unblinking gaze of the camera. Back to Eric's heartfelt holiday feels, and then one more try, you gelatinous emotionally stunted sea witch. Thankful for Kate Winslet hahaha, Miley Cyrus hahaha, David Dobrik, Im a lezbeen guize I swear, me, me, me, etsetchra. Sensing her bit not landing, she seamlessly morphs into depressed VictimLynn, nobly stay above it all in the face of crying all morning, week, month, whatever.
Eric's sentimental blanket treasure is met with the same type of over the top, flamboyant, bitchy affect. She's incapable of showing care or emotion for something unrelated to her. She used to just brush everyone off with a saccharine, condescending "isn't she cute," but AL version 6.0 can't even fake nice anymore.
What if we got eric to release all the seriously good juicy bits on Hamber, and instead of using alternatives, just muted his videos and let the ads run so he makes money?
I mean do you think if we basically promised 500 viewers not avoiding his ads each video he'd go for it? I'm willing to open a tab and mute it if it destroys Hamber.
Such an awkward vlog. In this episode Eric and Rickie leave the familiar setting of the Shanty to visit Eric's sister and her family, a perplexed and frightened four year old son and mute husband trying to disappear behind his phone screen. Eric makes sure to bring his overbearing critical sass, Vine catchphrases, and awkward rambling narration. Everything is met with a superior "GIRL, WHAT IS YOU DOIN?!‽?" reaction type deal. Rickie, accustomed to this, plays along, but the interactions with his sister make clear his tone is abrasive, unpleasant, oblivious, and just weird.
Eric brought face products to try. Rather than calmly explaining the process and maybe showing how it's done, he has her try it first. While crammed into an approximately 2x3 bathroom this exchange:
E: So we're gettin ready to sthcrub our faces- You, You're not gonna wet your face first??
Sis: Shit, I've never used this!
E(so pompous, so loud, so annoying): ITH A STHCRUB. YOU WET YOUR FATHCE. (turns to Rickie) Ugh, what you doin?
R: I pulled my-
E: Uew, what izth that?!
R: I pulled my hair back!
E (squeals): WHAT IZTH THAT?!‽ UGH, WHAT IZTH THAT?! (dumb giggle)
This shit started before this scene and continues well after.
Eric is his usual flamboyant self, a persona developed as a lost and frightened gay youth coming of age in the hostile territory of the American south. He immersed himself into the cultural phenomena of unapologetic drag queens and the simple humor of Vine. It is now a reflex and an all purpose communication style at once worn as armor, couching roasting and nitpicking and bitchiness with laughter. It serves as low effort displays of affection and bonding in Shantytown. Rickie and Becky elicit knowing laughs, join in quoting stale Vines, and sling roasts back. While shallow and bankrupt of originality or creativity, the Shanty is a safe haven, shelter from the scary, unbearable, anxiety inducing outside world.
Enter Big AL: A quarter ton of baggage, bile, and unhealed wounds, figuratively and lidurly. In the early Becky days, ChameleonLynn adopted superficial changes: a moody "more dark type style" and a serious consideration of rocking snapbacks on her own fat head. Becky, the personification of a thumb in every possible way, offers little else to siphon aside from symptoms of anxiety and major depressive disorders. Amber's newest personality iteration is truly shaped when she joins the happy household. She must once again follow her parasitic survival instincts and struggles to ingratiate herself and fit in with her new hosts.
In Eric's early vlogs she simpers and cackles. She punctuates performative "honey boo boo chile" echoes from the Destiny Era with desperate attempts to misdirect from her shocking girth and mask her clear displeasure with this amateur's camera shoved in her face. But when signature Eric bitchiness comes at her full force, she cannot hide her shock and astonish. She thrives on a those around her feigning blindness to her disgusting reality as they overcompensate for their visceral disgust and pity with forced friendliness.
But ever industrious AL adapts with a fierce. He bites, she bites back. She can throw zingers too guize, though she lacks Eric's aplomb. Hers stumble out clunky, all sharp edges, vindictive and pressed. She knows that perpetuating this exchange leaves her vulnerable to counterattacks. She is ultimately the lowest of low hanging fruit. While she can participate in the roasting, her outsider status is undeniable every time she's like wuuut to Vine parroting by the three amigos. They laugh and laugh and say she wouldn't get it, and she stews with humiliation, alienation, and hatred, all fuel for the next nightly binge. Over a year of being a Shantytown resident later, she's still uncomfortable but can lazily play along. Always being on the defensive is hard y'all, so it takes weeks at a time in her bedroom and becoming nocturnal to avoid everyone and recover. Later, AL reveals it was hard to adjust to Eric and she thought he hated her, but it is just how he is. No gorl, he hated you. Remember Rafe and Eric's shittalking fiasco? KF remembers.
AL is a master mimic on the surface, but she lacks any talent for that which can't be shallowly imitated: sincerity (unless it's an AL pity party, and even that often feels put on). Much like Eric in the outside world, she is oblivious to any shifts in tone. She smirks and clunks out snide quips, pretending to not have a care in the world. This was clear in Eric's Very Special Pride Episode, how she signed his birthday card, trading slut and hoe nicknames with Eric, and most recently in Eric's Very Special Thanksgiving Episode. He reflects with gratitude and gives a rare glimpse of genuine heart. When AL is asked what she is thankful for this year, she snarks, "you ... I guess" with a sneer, then attempts her swiftest shuffle away from the unblinking gaze of the camera. Back to Eric's heartfelt holiday feels, and then one more try, you gelatinous emotionally stunted sea witch. Thankful for Kate Winslet hahaha, Miley Cyrus hahaha, David Dobrik, Im a lezbeen guize I swear, me, me, me, etsetchra. Sensing her bit not landing, she seamlessly morphs into depressed VictimLynn, nobly stay above it all in the face of crying all morning, week, month, whatever.
Eric's sentimental blanket treasure is met with the same type of over the top, flamboyant, bitchy affect. She's incapable of showing care or emotion for something unrelated to her. She used to just brush everyone off with a saccharine, condescending "isn't she cute," but AL version 6.0 can't even fake nice anymore.
Someone asked Amber on her IG q&a about that blanket story Eric told in his vlog, confirming that even his "best friends" can't tolerate sitting through his rambling, mush-mouthed vlogs.
She might not remember Eric tearfully talking to her about his momma's blanket (or even the blanket itself) but you'd better believe that someone's gonna get scolded for not towing the line and daring to insinuate that Big Al isn't a demure, sweet, supportive princess.
I wonder if she's aware of the video complaining about the fleas and the one showcasing her tiny food portions and dainty arms on Becky's birthday?
Eric showcases their grocery haul that is mostly loaves of bread
Rickie talks about what he's making for dinner this week, because he evidently doesn't have enough on his plate
Rickie makes broccoli cheese soup that he plans on serving in two giant loaves of bread
Becky stumbles out into the kitchen, says she has "bed head" although it's clearly evening and dark outside, talks about her favorite Wayan brother. No sight of or mention of Amber.
Eric rambles on about his stomach pain, going to the bathroom, and his medication until the end of the video. Informs us that he looks like crap and feels like crap.
And thus ends another riveting edition of vlogmas.
Does Mumbles actually do ANYTHING besides bitch and complain?? Had some bad gas so he woke up really "early" ie 10 minutes before Rickie's alarm went off. All poor Mumbles wanted to do was fart and go back to sleep, while Rickie, ya know, went to work.
He really is more useless than Big Al, which is really saying something....
ps--The Thumb looks like her blood pressure is really out of control.
Truth. There are certain cases where people with poorly controlled hypertension feel no symptoms at all. They are either caught in routine physical exams to have elevated BP, or they just keel over one day from a stroke.
I wonder if Becky has a cuff to check her BP regularly because you absolutely need to do that between doctor visits when you are trying to get your blood pressure under control. I'm thinking not because God forbid they have anything in that house that might possibly remind AL about her potential for obesity-related disease.
Becky also seems to have that type of fair complexion that any time she's hot or out of breath (which is probably often with her recent weight gain and low activity level) she's going to look flushed.
