No fucks given about the body-count. Not putting a stop to it at the point it becomes traumatizing AND leaning-in on the trauma in public quotes? I relive all the times I let myself almost-break for a dollar enough in therapy enough, without risking strangers asking me about it or calling me “brave”(as if THAT’S what would happen…) No mistake, good-on-her for following-through if she genuinely wanted to or deemed it that important, but from the sound of it…
… Oh, and let’s not pretend society(or even 95+% of women who despise OOP, rightly or otherwise…) would be cool with me being cool with that and still wanting to date Bonnie Blue this side of her-changing-career-paths and me magically having enough money to “fix” her, either. I’m not interested in increasing the number of judgy “I got mine”/aspiring prudes in this world, TYVM.
Like yeah, I mean, I’m not that bothered that she fucked a thousand guys. I mean it kinda does, but what really puts me off is the thought processes that led to this event. Because clearly that isn’t something that happened on an impulse.
Like, I get doing dumb shit on impulse. I’ve done dumb shit on impulse. But this clearly had required planning, finding a thousand stupid dudes, organising logistics, hopefully std screening, etc.
At some point during all that, if your braincells don’t light up and you don’t realize it’s not a thing you should be doing… There’s something inherently wrong with you.
There’s also something wrong with the 1000 guys that partricipated but that’s another can of STD infected worms
Nothing wrong with it until she decided, probably after the fact, that it was wrong all-along, and she should probably at least pretend to regret it, as if society and people like you would ever forgive her, or just as likely, an angle for her to seize the spotlight for another precious moment without really trying. Thankfully, there’s people like you she was able to wring another few precious pennies from.
I’m not here for anyone’s perscriptive “should she have done that?” agendas, and your double-speak on the matter is gross.
I never knew she existed until reading this post, I haven’t looked her up, and will forget about her the moment this post disappears from my timeline. She got nothing from me. I don’t have to forgive her for anything, not only because it’s her lifestyle choices and she only really harmed nobody but herself in the process. but also because ultimately, in the grand scheme of things, I don’t care all that much. She’s an irrelevant person who achieved nothing and, like I said, I will forget about her about as quickly as I learned about her.
And, again, while I do find the act itself somewhat repulsive and somewhat of a deal breaker for me, what really puts me off here is the lack of basic brain cell functionality. Like I said, there likely was plenty of time for her to stop and think about it and she clearly did not.
And this goes for everyone involved in the planning and realization of her actions that day.
No fucks given about the body-count. Not putting a stop to it at the point it becomes traumatizing AND leaning-in on the trauma in public quotes? I relive all the times I let myself almost-break for a dollar enough in therapy enough, without risking strangers asking me about it or calling me “brave”(as if THAT’S what would happen…) No mistake, good-on-her for following-through if she genuinely wanted to or deemed it that important, but from the sound of it…
… Oh, and let’s not pretend society(or even 95+% of women who despise OOP, rightly or otherwise…) would be cool with me being cool with that and still wanting to date Bonnie Blue this side of her-changing-career-paths and me magically having enough money to “fix” her, either. I’m not interested in increasing the number of judgy “I got mine”/aspiring prudes in this world, TYVM.
Like yeah, I mean, I’m not that bothered that she fucked a thousand guys. I mean it kinda does, but what really puts me off is the thought processes that led to this event. Because clearly that isn’t something that happened on an impulse.
Like, I get doing dumb shit on impulse. I’ve done dumb shit on impulse. But this clearly had required planning, finding a thousand stupid dudes, organising logistics, hopefully std screening, etc.
At some point during all that, if your braincells don’t light up and you don’t realize it’s not a thing you should be doing… There’s something inherently wrong with you.
There’s also something wrong with the 1000 guys that partricipated but that’s another can of STD infected worms
Nothing wrong with it until she decided, probably after the fact, that it was wrong all-along, and she should probably at least pretend to regret it, as if society and people like you would ever forgive her, or just as likely, an angle for her to seize the spotlight for another precious moment without really trying. Thankfully, there’s people like you she was able to wring another few precious pennies from.
I’m not here for anyone’s perscriptive “should she have done that?” agendas, and your double-speak on the matter is gross.
I never knew she existed until reading this post, I haven’t looked her up, and will forget about her the moment this post disappears from my timeline. She got nothing from me. I don’t have to forgive her for anything, not only because it’s her lifestyle choices and she only really harmed nobody but herself in the process. but also because ultimately, in the grand scheme of things, I don’t care all that much. She’s an irrelevant person who achieved nothing and, like I said, I will forget about her about as quickly as I learned about her.
And, again, while I do find the act itself somewhat repulsive and somewhat of a deal breaker for me, what really puts me off here is the lack of basic brain cell functionality. Like I said, there likely was plenty of time for her to stop and think about it and she clearly did not.
And this goes for everyone involved in the planning and realization of her actions that day.