Lemme get this straight:
Friends, family, coworkers and strangers who stood by as you accepted being treated like shit by some guy {because they thought of you as deserving of as little as you did to Stay with the fucktwat} raining praise upon you after you dropped the physical manifestation of whatever this fuck psychologically eroded in you, all “Girl! You look so good! I bet that monster you escaped regrets not sticking his dick in you anymore sans regard to your psyche or humanity !”
… is Not collective psychosis?
Even after surviving the carnage of caustic, cucked by a demon dude… and taking your soul back…your taking care of you can still only be publicly expressed in an act of self-commodifying nonsense?
It can only be a saga of you stoically refurbishing you to be picked back out of the literal litter, or off the shelf?
According to the Algorithms and Legacy media?
YES.
Case in Point:
You go out looking great and everyone thinks of that self-care and/or blossoming as defined by the dick you got away from and his imagined petulance over your doing so.
It is just so self-sodomizing and fucking foul to be encouraged down that road as the end-all proof of life allowed to you as a woman, really.
…and it’s usually currently culturally championed as a battlecry by loud, dingy, angrily empty women who’ve ingested all this
“thinness to win this” madness .
All that was actually helmed by middle-aged white American AD men who started fixating on their own preteen daughters in hostile outrage over their wives wanting to enter the workforce to upend their financial abuse in the 60s, 70s & 80s, whether those men were holding up their end of the Provider bargain or not.
& now, mindfucked women & daughters generationally tricked into starving themselves (to fit a model that was meant to suffocate them so they’d be too weak to wake up to the ruses being enacted against them in the first place) are the prime movers behind these bizarro world “Yaass bitch, slay” ‘articles’ they position as ‘girl power’ with surreal seriousness.
LOOK- Finally shirking the scar tissue that came part and parcel with the previous fuck in hopes of attracting another lout in the light of day is now and has always been a ludicrously unnecessary form of self abuse. At least since the 90s.
Okay. Since 1988, when banks legally had to stop blocking women from being able to take out business loans. #wholenotherpost.
The cheering on of the “female revenge body” post break-up in 2025 underscores the deranged stupidity of a society screeching about how great it is at being all self-actualized.
& normally I can just wave it off as “eh, whatever.”
But for some strange reason the Algorithm is on this women-hating beef like a bone because it has kept pelting me with this nonsense I never click on, bellowing about one chick in particular:
Dakota Johnson.
I am someone who knows of her Fashistly {she’ll rock a great dress and her stylist is a badass in the game}) but really only from her Architectural Digest home tour where they staged it with limes that she was allergic to to her own chagrin.
(TV gold, mind you #instantdeadpanfan, but not enough to delve).
Oh!…& throwing Ellen under the bus-
I’ve never watched[nor read] shades of gray. My gray matter comes and came with all the demented sexy kink it needs pre-loaded in various places above my brows.
So the incessant push of “The revenge body story of 2025!!” finally got me to be like “Damn, Al-gor! What the fuq did she actually Do?!”
When I finally looked…
the Amazon in me got kinda livid.
Why? This chick has been in multiple movies in the past year.
I couldn’t name one beside the Materialists, & that is Only due to the commercial trailers hollering “with zaddy Pedro Pascal!”
But look at what has been her highlight reel this year of our Lord 2025, according to Ai and the noobs:
I {albeit absently} LITERALLY fuq with Chris Martin… & in Alllll this rahrahrahing I only just found out she’d been engaged to dude doing research for this bucolic, meandering sundaze diatribe.
Even the Business INSIDER is leading with her revenge body mess.
But what’s crazier is…
SHE called off the engagement. So…if we as a culture[OR an algorithm supposedly courting culture akin to its catcalls] were reading this with any semblance of sobriety or sanity…
Wouldn’t she AT LEAST get to have a little fun role-playing, basking in her campy villain era?
But nooo…. that possibly fun (for her)[PR] arc has been flattened into
“Look Ladies! Sheeee lost 40 pounds when she got dumped! You can too ~”
My vagina is absently insulted by this more than I should be, perhaps. I’m just like:
” Geeeez~! Let a biiiiitch Liiive~! She dumped a rockstar Before the altar! That’s like… I mean even Bianca Jagger & Jerry Hall went through with all the pomp and circumstance keyed to that! Have you seen those two, even now? Sheesh, maaaan~.
Can we just…bask in the ballsy-ness she’s openly tooling through her life rife with…without making it have anything to do with having to avenge her self against some guy she decided to leave?
I even like the guy (on paper{read: lyrically, he’s a great writer})
…but back the ef up off her arc, for fucks sake…
The cultural concept of it being a woman’s duty to work out until that ass is tight enough to be publicly duly noted… so the abusive fucker [normally, in the tale] who either discarded the woman for new narc supply, or psychologically abused her to her own point of no return until it forced her to snap out of it and get away from him …will look up one day and see her as hot enough to fuck (& fuck over) again…
…explains who is in the highest office, how…and why.
(Focusing on the wrong things, yall. Like seriously. Like…what are we doing, guys? Come on! Lol. Stop making these”ruined by their moms” motherfuckers the prize, for fucks sake!)
But something else HAD to be going on here. Something deeper, more… sorted than just …stupid.
& with that pause of “there must be more to this…” I realized that Al Got had rhythmically sidestepped my initial wtf did she do? query by throwing all the weight lost post-Martin dump data at me.
And that’s how it’s done, really.
Drown ya in the stats. Because Ai was designed by men who equate knowing how many times a hitter scratches his balls at home base to actually Playing fn baseball.
..and numbers are always something one can perpetrate wrapping ones mind around without ever venturing off of one’s ass and getting all the way in the fucking game.
The obsessive predilection for stats as a shield against truly diving into the depths of something doesn’t just happen with baseball. Men use the same insecure, all but inactive chunk of their brain to justify all the abrasive, insulting body count rhetoric lobbed against modern women.
They say the numbers scream the woman is broken…when in truth, the more ‘experience’ she has the more likely she’ll confirm what the devil on his shoulder has whispered for eons watching the guy jerk off.
Those stats are couched as showing the defectiveness of the female in question when it really showcases men buckling to the pressure of having their dicks and sexual prowess aggregated against their bravado, public egos and their homo-erotically imagined prowess of their Bros.
AKA: “If she’s fucked more than 2 guys she’s gonna know sex with me is trash” logic that supersedes the guy doing anything to become a more attentive & effective lover.
It instead reloads a trope men love to brandish:
[whole other post].
So, shaking off the stats red herring the algorithm possibly tossed due to the androgynous nature of my name, I asked again… more casually this time, to take advantage of the guy-esque grace it was operating in.
“Yeah…cool, Al-gor. 40’s a big number~ But… (again) What (the fuq)did she Do?!”
Having gained its confidence via comically construed complicity when it came to a comfortable culpability with round , even numbers…it led me to the probable truth regarding what’s actually afoot with &/or against this chick.
The question I asked my self was “Okay … what exactly…cogently…is Dakota Johnson rebelling against… so expertly that… the sabotage attempt of defining said rebellion from jump against the dick she used to suck(or not) versus the actuality of her actions was the tact taken/path forward chosen?”
What I found was this:
… The shove to relegate any press on her projects to being about nothing but her body, a easy, old-school “press objectification by a machine that only cares about sexually pliable cogs to insert or be inserted”…suddenly simply made much more deeper, sorted…and sinister…sense.
Still stupid. But not nonsensical. Why not?
Because how many women clicked on her co-opted tales of love-lorn lightening up, saw the 40lbs drop…and then passive-aggressively decided not to show up for the films she recently dropped? That’s the psychological bent the machine was banking on. Make it about her body loud enough and women keyed into the culture body dysmorphically will skip a flick that might have just empowered them. Tale as old as {movie} time, really.
Except it didn’t work here. This time. Not the way they’re used to it working. Which is why I had to dig for coverage of what actually occurred:
The rest of the Movie media machine isn’t crowing as loudly about her surpassing that 2 billion mark because they have not an equitable dAwg in this particular race that they can use to usurp all credit via.
That’s right. Materialists stars a woman, and was written & directed by a woman. & made bank at a time when women-led films are struggling hard with a man at the helm.
But don’t you worry about those sneaky little boys…
These guys always have an ace in the hole to try to stick a dick in the pie as their overarching reason why…it HAS to be about them or they just wither on the vine, every time. & this time?
Because they COULDN’T give props to the writer/director Celine Song or Dakota Johnson…they gave the credit of Johnson crossing the $2 billion mark with Materialist to someone more penally suited to their kind of bestowed honor and glory.
Yeah, maaaaaan~!!Boy Power! Patriarchy! wooo~whooo~
Except….all that Zaddying aside~ The numbers weren’t adding up to it being about his tight lil hot “I like to be dominated,” actually dancing like he can dance… ass.
The stats just aren’t…statting …like the shield stats sometimes are used as by boys.
How is it about his upcoming, unproven movie when he’s only been a supporting actor so far & just accrued [the still technically fuck-tastic amount of] $1 billion dollars global box office-wise when She has accrued $2 billion?
The same way they made Sinners making back their bank in like a millisecond a passively bad thing until they got hollered down like clowns across the board. They will make the numbers neg you if you don’t look like them.
Ya know…maybe…just maybe…it’s time… for it to be okay for it- this success that they’ve chosen to focus on her weightlessness in lieu of- to be about her.
Not the man she dumped before the altar.
Not the hot male co-stars who yes, are obvious draws…but got nothing on limes.
Not the male execs who KNEW she was talking about them & could easily clarify that by name if she were EVER asked to delve deeper.
just… for once, make peace with the chick yall expected to be a sex trope offa her entry into the thing…who proceeded to outdo your expectations in your own game .
Just take a breath and…Give her her props.
Without being little bitches.
Without making it about her weighty “revenge”. That seems to be sitting heavily as fuq on the chests ….or faces… of some executive dudes. & not in the ways some of these guys would normally pay for.
…and remember:
ANY time you hear a male talking about ‘having that DAWG in him’ he is speaking his truth.
That truth just tends to mean he is a lil bitch & literally the epitome of everything he openly claims to HATE about women.
He is habitually hysterical just beneath the surface, is catty as fuck whenever he can get away with it, & probably inherited his momma’s flat ass and wide hips( or fantasized about sitting in her lap in the wrong way for longer than he’d ever admit).
The Angel, sending casually defensive congrats to the Dakota Johnsons of the world, doing it even as the world tries to hide it.
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