✶ case study: pick me pathology & blatant disrespect in the feminist wild

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nah but like
some of y’all
are actually insane.

like,
it’s fucking comic,
because i’m out here
intentionally✨
not crossing boundaries—
and y’all
thrive off
bitches that
fucking trust
you’d never be so desperate.

like i get
the men being unfortunate.
they’re predictable.
they’re hungry.
they’re weak.
they’re built
on societal loopholes
and locked iphones.

these dudes are literally
one insta pic away✨
from risking it all
on the daily.

but the women? 😐

yo.
the women?

shit.
that’s where
the real case study lives.

bitches will center
their whole fucking brand
around feminism✨
mutual aid,
social justice,
what-the-fuck-ever,
and then go straight mute
when your life
is burning the fuck down
while they hold the fucking gas can
because
✨some dude✨
who set the fucking fire
might text them
“lol what’s up tho”

yo. can we get some self-esteem?

no, literally.
because bitches will watch
you get publicly annihilated
and not say shit.
not a single “hey girl—are you okay.”
just fucking vibes and views, bro.

yo. these girls will
ghost for months,
post about
systems of oppression,
and then casually
watch a man
they low-key still communicate with—
fuck your entire life
and be like—
lol, i’m different though.✨🥹

nah—
because at the end of the day,
being in proximity
to male attention✨
—even punch a pregnant chick
low-level attention,
still feels so fucking
real to them,
that they’d literally
blow shit up,
or fuck you over—
just to maybe
potentially,
take their shot.

yo, are we serious?

i swear to god
some of you were just
fucking waiting
for me to fall
so you could be
the soft-bitch “bestie”
who just so-fucking-happened
to be available
when my ex
needed to “talk.”

like.
is that what this is?

this awkward
back-stabber energy,
slow-motion hunger games
for the role of
“girl he temporarily
extracted resources from”
while he was actively
fucking me over?

y’all were just claiming feminism.
is this what the fuck
you thought that meant?

lol. yo. come on.

and don’t even get me
fucking started
on the girls who
are out here
just fully performing
“cool girl with no boundaries”
because i’m not
automatically assuming
you’re a fucking pathetic
gremlin-level threat.

you think i didn’t notice?

you think
i didn’t clock
the sudden shift
in energy
when being
connected to him
no longer had
to include me?

and again,
yo, i wasn’t paranoid.
i wasn’t insecure.
i was loyal as fuck.
i’ve never accused
a partner of cheating
not once.
but—
with receipts?✨💀
lol.
i wasn’t ever assuming
every woman’s
out here
trying to fuck my man.

but some of you
really did
use my existence
to build your
fucking proximity resume.
and when i bounced?
you cashed that shit in.

one of y’all literally
called my long-term partner
“babe” mid—
✨“i’d sleep in your bed”
in front of fucking clients.
bro—
flirted openly.
touching, smiling—
like it wasn’t
blatantly disrespectful.

yo, do you think i’m stupid?

i let that shit slide,
cuz GIRL—
clearly: insecure, tragic, desperate-level pick-me vibes. ✨

but babe,
what the fuck?

i never thought
he was gonna cheat.
but you?
you showed me
who you were.
and that was
fucking enough.

because if you’ll do it
in public,✨
what the fuck
are you doing in private?

let me be clear:
i no longer
fuck with women
who flirt with taken men.
i don’t chill with people
who play “friend of the homie”
while high-key praying
for him to send that
fucking down-low text.
so they can
comfort the dude
and say, babe—
“i was just there when it all fell apart.”

like bitch,
shut the fuck up.
you weren’t neutral.
you were strategic.

and don’t think
i missed the girls
who knew about
him throwing hands
and still
maybe
probably
low-key
stayed in touch with him anyway.
maybe just updates.
maybe just “lol, hope you’re okay.”
maybe just the fucking fantasy
that he might pick-you
“baby—you were the only one who got me.”
fucking delusion.✨

girlies,
you let me
suffer publicly,
so you could
fucking facetime
his dumbass
while he’s texting
three other fucking girls.

bro.
this isn’t bitterness.
this is clarity.
this is reality.✨

i am no longer confused
about where any of you
fucking stand.
and i don’t need
some weird closure
from a squad
who fucked up
basic bitch code
while texting my man
behind my back.

girlies—
you’re not supportive.
you’re not helpless.
you’re not fucking dumb
you’re definitely not fucking
“just caught in the middle.”✨

babe—
you’re fucking auditioning.
and girl—
you didn’t get the part.