Apart from the obvious fact that Mark Zuckerberg and his army of drones is clearly trying to fine-tune their facial recognition technology to sell off to the CIA when everyone at long last logs off permanently from the increasingly “for olds” social media outlet, it is also quite patent that the only reason “women” are falling down the rabbit hole of posting “before” and “after” photos of themselves over a ten-year period stems from a pathetic desire to make themselves believe they still look even remotely the same.
It’s as though the validation they need to assure themselves that nothing has changed–least of all their ability to pursue broken dreams even in their wrinkled state–can only come from people who are living lives just as bleak as theirs. With the according physical ruin to match. Of course, with the right filter–the modern version of how we mask who we really are–and the prayer that no one is going to look too closely, many “women” have been able to get off well enough on this “challenge” (and maybe it is a challenge in the sense that so many “girls” have to dig very deeply into the archives to find a passable enough photo to mimic the youth she’s still clinging to now). Especially “women” who have succumbed to the “biological responsibility” to birth a spawn, wanting to be particularly revered for how much they’ve “maintained.”
Missing A Clit 