Watching people crash out over situations they caused and are too immature to have an actual conversation about it is very funny. It’s like watching a baby discover consequences for the first time
I hate being someone who has been chronically depressed my entire life because at this point it’s just annoying and feels juvenile to spend weeks of my life consumed by the scaries again like “oh no I wanna die again” ok bitch grow up
Getting detailed measurements taken to get professional opinions on what clothes looks flattering on you isn’t eugenics. There are reasonable critiques of this kind of thing but measuring someone’s head to tell you if they should wear chunky necklaces is not what phrenology means