The dangers and troubles of being a panda zookeeper.
watching two really opinionated people have an argument
good endings:
they’re still making the same content but with higher production values and they’re still enjoyable
they stopped making videos but successfully moved on to bigger and better things
bad endings:
they turned out to be really bigoted and are now pandering to the alt-right/center-right
they hardcore sold out and now they shill for like 12,000 separate products
neutral endings:
they’re still making the same content but it turns out they were never funny and you just had a bad sense of humor as a kid
they became a twitch streamer
they removed themselves from social media entirely and you find out after a bit of digging that they fucked off to the woods or some shit
I was absolutely crushed last night because I never really actually thought people would take it personally. That’s my fault. I thought, you know, I’m getting so much hate, surely they have to see it’s not personal. It’s not personal. Surely they can understand I’m angry and panicking. I don’t know. I probably wasn’t thinking clearly.
The point is, it was wrong. I was wrong. I feel awful that so many people, especially young people, felt like they were bad people for being fans. And that I did that. Even if it’s not my fault in an academic sense, it’s still my fucking fault. I said it. I’m older, people look up to me. I know I have a responsibility. I didn’t think past my own pain enough to realize it. I was angry because I was being attacked for everything, and I was just labeling all of it as hate against me without having the strength to see any gray areas.
But goddamn. I am not a liar. I am not a cold, evil cult figure manipulating people for sympathy. I do not deserve the abuse I get.
There is no nice way to be abused. There is no pretty way to endure it. You are hurting because someone else wants you to be hurting.
What a horrible fucking lesson to teach women—that you have to be nice so your pain is believed. That you have to be appealing. That you have to be positive.
Fuck that this is ugly. I’m ugly.
I’m trying to be good in a situation I didn’t ask to be in. I’m a goddamn wreck.
I want to apologize to people I’ve hurt by generalizing. You deserve to enjoy things. But I deserve to be listened to. Not erased.
On Monday night, 15-year-old James Means was reportedly shot and killed by a man he “bumped into” outside of a Dollar General store in Charleston, West Virginia.
Means, a black teenager, was said to be unarmed.
That same night, police arrested William Pulliam, 62, in connection with the shooting. Pulliam had gone to dinner after the shooting.
Pulliam was white and carrying a gun, despite no permit to own a firearm due to a previous conviction for domestic violence
Pulliam reportedly “admitted” to fatally shooting Means, telling police, “The way I look at it, that’s another piece of trash off the street.”
A GoFundMe has been set up for Means’ funeral
Pulliam, whose criminal history includes physical abuse of his wife and daughter, has a history of harassing teens in the area.
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