There’s something deeply political about which fears are normalized, regardless of how irrational or statistically unlikely they may be. To tell the truth I really don’t think much about crime. Have I lived an easy life? In some ways, but there are people with lives a lot easier than mine who are afraid to the point of total dysfunction of getting stabbed or mugged. Who then gleefully endorse the excessive isolation, codependence, and gender-based hierarchies that enable the more likely violence committed by people who actually know each other.
I told my bosses at my last job I was taking a weekend trip to Chicago and they said “gosh, be safe,” as if Chicago is nothing more than the Fox News “Chi-raq” depiction and not a multifaceted region with world-class museums, beautiful scenery, and endless joys and new experiences to be had, even (especially) outside the glitsy tourist areas. They are depraving themselves of all this joy and think all the sensory experiences they need can be found at an Olive Garden surrounded by a sea of asphalt.
Meanwhile, to be afraid of getting hit by a car is a problem for whiny libcucks who should just buy a truck instead, to be afraid when politicians and TV personalities explicitly call for your murder as a queer person is a matter of “hurt feelings,” and women are told to fear serial killers who jump out of alleys with zipties and told to get over their anxieties about intimate partner violence. None of it makes any sense.
crit role fandom is off the shits in ways I can’t comprehend and I don’t even have to be in the fandom to know this. every CR drama I have the displeasure of tangentially encountering is a labyrinthine web of bizarre allegations that seemingly have nothing behind them but stretch on forever. The cast has cultivated such an intensely parasocial connection with their fanbase that people act like they’ve had their house broken into and every piece of furniture removed like that scene in the fresh prince of bel air every time roy mustang or jaina proudmore or whoever the fuck is on that show does something with their character that rustles their jimmies. I saw fanart rolling in as the first episode of C3 was premiering for characters that had been revealed literal minutes ago - the kind of insane turnaround normally only seen from pokemon porn artists when a new female character drops. no one seems even the slightest bit perturbed by the fact that every epsisode is four hours long, that’s just a normal amount of content to both watch on a weekly basis and get caught up on. I’m never sure if I’m horrified or in awe
