You know very little about my life and I'd like to keep it this way.
One would think that I live in a pure sellers market, but this is not true because of dynamics similar to that in the show. The comparison is clearly hyperbole evident by the use of an absurt fictional situation and not meant to express an equality relationship but one of equivalence (learn category theory bitch). It is very insightful, if you ask me, to recognise one's own predicament by empathising with the struggles of a fictional character, and this is what at the end of the day literary critique is all about. That there might be something hard about my life because of organised socially accepted structural abuse is all the more made evident by the briga-dooning and gasslighting I receive for dealing with my own issues in jest. I guess I must be one of the lucky girls.
