At the risk of sounding like a fucking dad, it really feels like the greatest trick that capitalism pulled was making turning yourself into a brand or an advert aspirational.
we’re all probably guilty of it to some extent but I want to jump into a volcano when I see this person’s sad cold pancakes and listerine breakfast 
john berger and susan sontag screaming from the fucking grave like WE TRIED TO WARN YOU. anyway all images are lies whatever
(also probably important not to just unthinkingly sneer at the innovative ways that (not exclusively but mostly) young women find to get paid in this economic hellscape so maybe I am wrong but)
! MAYBE I find this so viscerally upsetting because it’s in fact confronting my greatest fear that in commodifying parts of my self and life and body online that I am the listerine girl but the listerine... is my pussy
at least I can sleep safe that I’m not there yet because I posted my own porn adverts and then totally sabotaged them by going off on this exploding brain meme of a twitter thread instead.
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