blake lively, princess of tone-deaf feminism 🤌
blake. fucking. lively.
not to be rude,
but actually—
yes. to be rude.
blake?
you are the exact reason
people don’t trust white women
with a platform.
this woman took a memoir about domestic violence—
a raw, generational, body-breaking reality—
and made it a brand collab.
her hair.
her liquor.
her trauma-core pastel aesthetic.
giving fully hot-girl and bad acting.
imagine being handed a narrative
meant to protect survivors,
and deciding to name a cocktail after the abuser. 🤯
girl. be. for. real.
she’s out here soft-launching
a trauma narrative
like it’s a spring collection.
and listen—
i want to believe women.
i do believe women.
but blake?
you made a career out of blondness,
silence,
and ryan reynolds’ face cards.
you want to speak on violence now?
only when it aligns with your
business engagement?
girl.
i tried to give you grace.
i really did.
but the math is not mathing.
so let’s be real.
you were the executive producer.
you called the shots.
you had the PR team,
the lawyers,
the final cut.
(the money)
you had the mic
and the mute button.
the budget.
the contracts.
the narrative.
you were not trapped.
you were the top boss.
and yet somehow you positioned yourself
as the fragile little thing.
as the voiceless echo in a story
you literally owned.
it’s not just weird.
it’s dangerous.
because this isn’t celeb gossip.
it’s real life.
where women are murdered.
where power and silence kill.
and your version?
looked more like a rebrand than a reckoning.
because blake?
the receipts don’t receipt.
the vibes are off.
and the whole thing reeks of
white woman cosplay.
there’s something violently unserious
about how she uses
girl-next-door energy
to cloak empire.
baby,
you are not the underdog.
you are the distributor.
you are the press tour.
you are the tax write-off
and the exit strategy.
the rest of us?
we’re just trying to get our restraining orders enforced
without being told we’re “too emotional.”
the most bullshit part?
isn’t just the hypocrisy.
it’s that she’ll get away with it.
because she’s palatable.
because she looks like money.
because white feminism forgives itself
every time it cries.
so no.
i’m not clapping.
i’m not co-signing.
i’m not being nice.
blake lively is what happens
when white womanhood gets weaponized.
and she can keep her hair serum.
some of us are trying to stay alive.
(hope your career tanks)
xoxo,
the bitch in the courtroom who actually lived it.
(gossip girl)
