🍗 Deathfat Anna o' Brien / Glitter + Lazers / GlitterandLazers - Fat, drunk, consoomer attention whore who would rather eat and drink herself to death than endure a single negative emotion

[brooky]

Anna could probably write trash for tweens quite well, if she were able to restrain her inappropriateness for any length of time.

No.

I'm sorry but I hate it when people say stuff like this. Writing trash is a lot harder than people think. AI can't even do it yet, because it can't spit out more than 2000 or so words at a time, and consecutive vomitings aren't consistent with each other.

Tween trash, kid books, Hallmark romcoms, Harlequin books, formulaic Law and Order episodes-- all of these things are much harder to write than they appear. If they were easy to write, every writer would write them. Instead, many a pays-the-bills working writer has beaten their head against a wall trying to crack the code of a Hallmark rom-com or trashy tween book series.

Those projects require you to put aside any artistic integrity or vision and write solely for the audience, unless you are lucky enough to have a passion project that fits the format, which hardly anyone does. Anna thought she did-- that stupid monster movie, and that other Hallmark style movie she made.

But she didn't stick the landing on either because she can't actually write anything. She doesn't enjoy writing and has nothing to say. The best trashy writing is written by people who genuinely enjoy it. And that genuine enjoyment is the only reason someone will see a project through, especially writing for kids, tweens, or Hallmark viewers. Every ghost writer of a trashy tween book has hundreds of thousands of words of unpublished writing, or fanfic under a fake name, etc etc. Anna obviously doesn't have time for that, since her entire life of the last ten years is documented online and it mostly involved taking swimsuits on and off.

We also know Anna can't write trashy tween pulp, because instead she wrote that stupid memoir. Maybe she'd be able to get a book deal from one of her stupid ideas she posts on Threads, because of her follower count, but somebody who actually likes writing would ghost write it.

 

[Constellationzero]

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Jojo Siwa is now Lovecraftian body horror obese, Lovecraftian stinks so bad, you can smell it through your screen--several states away, R.W. Chambers certifiable, and most of all:

GETTING WORSE.

Anna is so fucking bad and retarded about this weeks late and several hundreds of dollars short shtick thinking anyone cares.

 

[ok198]

My memory's rather hazy about the contents, but I remember thinking that the entire book was so shallow it wouldn't get the soles of your feet damp.

i was fascinated by the story of the best friend who blocked her on everything right after they took a sharp turn on the friend’s moped and anna’s fat ass knocked them to the ground.

 

[head lamb]

i was fascinated by the story of the best friend who blocked her on everything right after they took a sharp turn on the friend’s moped and anna’s fat ass knocked them to the ground.

There are so many anecdotes similar to this in that book - it's insane. She fails at everything (love, friendships, cheerleading tryouts), she fucks everything up (getting HR feedback for being obnixous in the office, setting the house on fire by leaving her stinky drawls on a lamp), admits to being fat and gross ("candy juicy thighs" and "greasy filth monkey") and then she tries to hook in the uninspired self-help points after telling the most god-awful loser story imaginable. The only thing she succeeded in was being a spectacle on the internet.

I'm not taking any life advice from her.

 

[Free the Pedos]

Has it occurred to Anna that no one is seeing these because everyone has moved on from these type of videos? People are moving towards more authentic influencers, living more authentic lives. They've moved past her style, even to laugh at.

I’m curious to hear more about the current trends in influencing. It would help me contextualize where Anna is going wrong.

 

[glass_houses]

It would help me contextualize where Anna is going wrong.

I think it would be a much more efficient rendition if you limited it to where she was going right.

 

[lonelygorl15]

The lack of reaction and discussion over that horrifyingly embarrassing chicken video is very telling about how we Farmers have become desensitized to the humiliating, unfunny, and often disturbing tiktok shorts Anna puts out as content meant to be entertaining and have positive feedback. No 40 year old woman with a modicum of self respect and dignity would dream of putting out these videos and acting so foolishly.

She looks AWFUl and like she is dying. It's not just that her face is pale- it looks devoid of blood flow, period. Along with the grey cast to it. These liposuction surgeries have expedited the deathfat dying process for her. It's incredibly alarming.

MOTI edit: she's so fucking stupid.It's MARINATE the chicken, Anna. You *made* a MARINADE that then is marinated before cooking.

 

[pink cigarettes]

Her followers are probably 75% snark/hate, 20% Bots, 5% genuine, and with the pushback against HAES that 5% is generous. People want to see the freakshow train wreck, her career as an influencer is long gone.

That 5% might only exist at this point because even as HAES fades, there will always be idiots who think it's charitable and kind to encourage people like Anna. They feel pity for her and think following her makes them good people.

 

[The Jewel of the Nile]

The lack of reaction and discussion over that horrifyingly embarrassing chicken video is very telling about how we Farmers have become desensitized

I absolutely agree with everything that you wrote but is a minecraft chicken that high on Anna Cringe scale? We've seen her do much worse like that tiktok getaway to Mexico or something where she was twerking on the boat

 

[No Thank You v 2.0]

I am a devotee of OG preppy style for various reasons the main being it is a fairly easy-to-follow formula for us "alt-turned-professional" types

The Hot Topic to J Crew pipeline is real.

The lack of reaction and discussion over that horrifyingly embarrassing chicken video is very telling about how we Farmers have become desensitized to the humiliating, unfunny, and often disturbing tiktok shorts Anna puts out as content meant to be entertaining and have positive feedback. No 40 year old woman with a modicum of self respect and dignity would dream of putting out these videos and acting so foolishly.

I’ve been struggling to put my thoughts together with this video. First, I don’t think Jack Black is even slightly funny, as a singer, although I did enjoy the film Bernie. But I also realized that Jack Black probably annoys me for some of the same reasons Anna does: he knows he’s unattractive and leans into the weird, shouty thing that a lot of untalented, overweight men like to do (funny music is not a talent, fight me). It’s hard to explain, but there’s a contestant on season 8 of Alone who does this shit, too. It’s a type and I don’t like it. Anna knows, despite her pursed lips and delusions, that she’s hideously ugly and she knows it’s wrong to make us look at her, but she does it anyway because she’s still a narcissist.

But I wanted to comment on a couple of things:

First, Anna’s chicken orgasm.

This is why we all think she’s a virgin, because this is the kind of energy you typically save for when you’d like to marinate in someone else’s sweat, not peri peri sauce. the worst part about being a heterosexual woman is that men STINK unless you’re attracted to them, and then you want their stink on you and I hate that I can’t stop myself.

This pic raises two points for me.


1) She does air guitar all wrong, and it makes me mad because she knows how to play the guitar (well, she knows a few chicken chords probably and can maybe play “Ode to Joy” on the little E string). She does a finger picking motion (like a bassist would do) on her right hand, and the left hand is just flat like she’s waiting for a dance partner to just slip a palm right in there. Instead of doing a strumming motion with her right hand and a frilly motion with the left, she does frills on the right and nothing with the left. It’s so bad.

2) One of my favorite things about Anna is how she almost always has some kind of cleaning product out on her kitchen counter (Windex, Lysol wipes, Clorox spray, etc) but she’s an absolute fucking slob. Why is it out if it’s not getting used? Or is it just that the only things she bothers to clean are the things even a complete retard would know to clean up, like dog poop or food scraps that rotted on the counter? Does she only clean when there’s a visible mess, and by mess, I mean visible bacterial/fungal growth? She obviously is not bothered by clothing tags or soda bottles, things that do not necessarily rot if left out on the counter or floor, so maybe she only cleans when she needs to use something heavy like bleach?

She’s past the point of no return and we’re all going to see this thread turn “inactive” someday soon.

 

[brooky]

funny music is not a talent, fight me

Being funny is a talent and being able to write and perform music is also a talent so...

You don't have to LIKE it, and you don't have to think Jack Black is good at it. But it is still a talent.

I don't like influencers. I think they're a drain on society. But some of them actually know what they're doing and are, dare I say, talented at it.

Not Anna, though. It's painful how she can't see that most of her non-bot followers were always mocking her at best and hate watchers at worst.

It’s easy to make Amanda into a villain (because she really was a garbage human being to do such a thing),

That's Anna quoted above in her book, the page 49 story.

Jfc Anna! Amanda is NOT the villain of the story. Anna compared the situation to Mean Girls off the top, so I was expecting Amanda to copy and distribute the embarrassing letter to everybody in the school.

Instead, Amanda probably felt mortified and confused. As a teenager, she also did not have the emotional maturity to know how to help Anna, nor should she have been expected to. She did exactly what she could and should have done: kindly acknowledge it, then share her OWN confusing feelings about it with a FRIEND in what she THOUGHT was private.

It's amazing how Anna is incapable of learning. If someone left her a letter detailing their private misery, she'd make fun of them in a vlog.

 

[Potatis Salad]

i was fascinated by the story of the best friend who blocked her on everything right after they took a sharp turn on the friend’s moped and anna’s fat ass knocked them to the ground.

Spoiler: full passage

Growing up, I had a best friend named Ashley. Our parents were friends from church, and as a result, our families spent a lot of time together. Even though she was a year younger than me, she was one of my closest friends and unofficial partner in crime as a child. Even more importantly, Ashley saw my life in its rawest form. When things were rough at home, when I was out of control and so far from normal, she stayed a friend. I can think back to specific times in my past where I legitimately felt Ashley was the only one who cared if I lived or died. In a lot of ways, her friendship saved me.

It had been hard going to college without her, so naturally, I was elated to find that upon graduation, she’d be going to the same university. I imagined it would be just like elementary through high school—going to amusement parks, games of tacky Barbie runway show, and waiting in line to be first to see Ben Folds. I’d have my best friend back. I had started to blossom in college, and I was excited for her to see how much I’d changed.

At first, we saw each other often, but not too much. She was a freshman living in the dorms, and I was living up the road at Portuguese language immersion housing. She would visit often. Even though we didn’t hang out as often as we once had, I felt we were still kindred spirits. Slowly but surely, things began to change. She started to hang out with a few indie filmmaker cool kids in her class. I saw her less. Still, when we were together, we seemed to have the same silly fun we’d always had. I convinced myself that I was just overthinking it all. Nothing feels worse than the fear of losing someone you love, and I am sure you, like I, can remember a time just like this—the moment things started to change.

One night in the summer, we went to see a play together. It felt like it always had, two friends laughing together and cracking jokes. As we went home, Ashley offered me a ride on her scooter. As we took a hairpin U-turn, too tight for a scooter with a large-rumped lady on the back to clear, her bike fell over. I apologized profusely and offered to pay for any service it might need. She brushed it off and proceeded to drop me off at home. This would be the last time Ashley ever spoke to me.

I called. I tweeted. I Facebooked. I emailed. In return, she blocked, ignored, and deleted me out of her life. Fifteen years of friendship gone in a poof. I couldn’t explain it, and she didn’t feel I needed or deserved an explanation. When Ashley walked out of my life, she didn’t only take away her presence—she took away my ability to trust others with the vulnerable parts of my life. Ashley had put up a wall between us, and I had put a wall up between my heart and the world.

In time, I was able to heal and rebuild my ability to trust through other great friendships, but still to this day, I am hesitant as to who I allow in the inner circle. I learned in a very jarring way that relationships change you. They can make you stronger. They can break you. They can challenge you. And just as much, they can alter your worldview; how you treat your own relationships can and will affect others.

In this chapter, we’ll explore relationships—your lovers, family, and friends. We’ll talk about the types of relationships, why they are important, and how they affect your life. We’ll also discuss how to tend your own relationship garden—how to build new relationships, recognize when a relationship needs nurturing, and walk away when a relationship has become toxic.

Page 49 has got to be the most pathetic piece of shit I've read in a while. This is not something you'd publish as self-help. You'd hand this to your therapist as a cry for help. Jesus Christ.

Spoiler: full passage

We all want to be cool in our youth. Do you remember all the things we got into just because everyone else was into them? Uggs. Beanie Babies. Boy Bands. Whatever was popular at the moment, we wanted. Do you remember the girl at your high school (I am certain everyone had one) who had magically found her way to the epicenter of cool? She was the oracle of popularity. She decided what was in, for how long, and when it was out. If you’ve seen Mean Girls, you know what I am talking about. Every high school has a Regina George.

My high school was no exception. Our high school prophetess of popularity was Amanda Scott. (That’s not her real name, because I’m a nice person.) I wanted Amanda to like me so badly. I thought maybe if she knew all the hard things I was dealing with at home that she would befriend me or at least be kinder to me. So I wrote Amanda a note. I told her absolutely everything I was going through—every gory detail. I told her how sad I was. I told her how much I looked up to her. I poured my soul out onto that college-ruled piece of paper, slid it into her locker, and waited.

I waited and waited and waited. I waited so long I thought I was going to drop dead due to a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Finally, when I walked into the hallway, Amanda pulled me aside and thanked me for my note. Nothing more. That was it. I had poured my entire life out in lead and tears, and all she could say was “Thanks?” I was hurt and confused but figured that was the end of it all. However, this is high school. It would not end there.

Later that day, while walking to my next class, I overheard Amanda talking to another girl. I listened closely. Call it intuition or call it paranoia—I knew they were talking about me. Amanda’s hair perfectly bounced to the side as she casually said to her minion, “I may be having a rough time, but at least I am not putting notes in people’s lockers about it.” She laughed. They laughed. I died inside. Amanda had used my vulnerability as a way to bolster her perceived stability.

Amanda’s comments about my note provide a perfect example of what sociologists call downward comparison. Downward comparisons are when you compare yourself to someone you perceive as inferior to, or less fortunate than, you in some way. It’s easy to make Amanda into a villain (because she really was a garbage human being to do such a thing), but the reality is we have all used downward comparisons to make ourselves feel better. I personally do it most often when indulging in a juicy marathon of reality TV. I can’t help but give myself a little pat on the back for never having tried to pull a frenemy’s hair out at a French restaurant, stolen cheap vodka from my work, or stayed in a relationship with a guy who continuously cheats on me.

The story on pages 82-83 reads like an absurd reddit shitpost.

Spoiler: full passage

I can still remember how it felt in middle school to be alone. People would chase me down the hall screaming “Kool-Aid Man!” or whatever other terribly uncreative way they had come up with that day to comment on my weight. At lunch, they would throw creme-filled sandwich cookies at me, an expensive joke to “feed the beast.” The beast was me, a round blonde girl with oversized Coke-bottle glasses and an unhealthy obsession with band T-shirts and khaki-colored polos. In a world where I very much would have rather been able to completely disappear, I was forced to stand out. So that I could be shamed. So that other people could remind me daily why I wasn’t worthy or pretty or capable or any of the other things everyone else was.

I am quite certain my middle-school experience was not unique. Maybe while reading the chapter above, your eyes began to swell with big juicy tears because you too know what it’s like to have to endure. Maybe you’re going through it right now. Maybe in this moment, it’s you who feels humiliated and alone. Maybe you don’t know what exactly to do.

There was one point where middle-school Anna cracked. I was at lunch when a wild-haired boy, with a devilish grin and even more devilish intentions, hurled a Little Debbie oatmeal cookie (yes, I remember the exact cookie that spawned my reaction) at my face. It made a loud thwapping noise as it cracked against my head, and I heard a table of juvenile boys burst into laughter. I remember taking that very sandwich and holding it in my hands. I didn’t deserve this, and I was pissed.

I sauntered over to that very table where the boys were still cackling and congratulating themselves on their hilarious humiliation. I opened the wrapper to the sandwich slowly as their heads turned to me. Just as deliberately, I removed the sweet, gooey cookie treat from its plastic cage. I stood directly behind the ringleader of stupidity, and I held that sandwich high like a gift from the gods. With all the fearlessness I could muster, I brought the sandwich down hard onto his popular head. I mushed that sandwich. I squished it good. I rubbed it into his hair like I was making mashed potatoes. It was a mush-apalooza. “I am a beast,” I uttered, as creme and cookie bits flew everywhere.


I wish I could resolve this story in this moment of triumph—of good over evil or, rather, uncool chubby girls over cruel teenage boys—but alas, the story does not end there. I was taken to the principal’s office. I was punished. The boys? Well, they weren’t punished at all and resumed harassing me with greater vengeance. When you fight fire with fire, nothing gets better; everything just burns to the ground.

Over the next fifteen years, I would try dealing with bullying in every way ever shown in a textbook drama. Anger. Sadness. Tattletaling. Revenge. You know how it feels when you are beaten down and want your tormentor to be held responsible for their crime. It can become an obsession. They deserve to be punished, and you will tell anyone and everyone until they are. All your energy becomes directed toward bringing them to justice. When we focus on those who try to bring us down or hurt us, we waste energy we need to grow. Bullies win not by humiliating us, but by distracting our attention from what matters in our lives, by preoccupying us with the trouble they create in theirs. It might even be said that the easiest way to hurt a bully is to ignore them. Because when you ignore them, you are withholding the one thing they want more than anything—attention.

These stories are so facile, they don't ring true. But even if they are true, and Anna is recounting them as faithfully as she can, they're not worth anything. Anna is perennially immature and lacking in relationship experience, she does not seek a deeper understanding of any of these incidents, and she has no insight to offer readers.

 

[Scrumption]

Growing up, I had a best friend named Ashley.

I wonder if Ashley would, if given the chance, tell the internet what really happened. I’ve been itching for years to hear from someone who knew Anna personally, whether from work, school, or mutual social circles, or her estranged family.

 

[ok198]

Anna is perennially immature and lacking in relationship experience, she does not seek a deeper understanding of any of these incidents,

beyond the grotesque fatness and general cringe, this is one of the most horrifying things about her for me. particularly the moped anecdote, it reads like the reactive hurt of a teenager. as you get older and hopefully wiser, most people would try to at least slightly try to see the bigger picture, or try to imagine how the other person might feel. even the locker note girl! what the fuck did she want to happen? maybe the popular girl had shit going on too! jesus! it's absolutely pathetic how much anna has internalised the bullshit self help 'if i love myself it doesn't matter' type mentality. like no. the real challenge is trying to love others. i know she'll die having never done this but it makes me so MATI seeing such miserable problems in this woman's life with such easy solutions

 

[The Jewel of the Nile]

But I also realized that Jack Black probably annoys me for some of the same reasons Anna does: he knows he’s unattractive and leans into the weird, shouty thing that a lot of untalented, overweight men like to do (funny music is not a talent, fight me).

There’s nothing less funny than fat men (and women, as we are in Anna's thread) who rely on loud, over-the-top antics to mask the self-esteem issues that come with their weight
"Wow look at me, I'm so quirky! I'm not like the other deathfats!"

 

[glass_houses]

I wonder if Ashley would, if given the chance, tell the internet what really happened. I’ve been itching for years to hear from someone who knew Anna personally, whether from work, school, or mutual social circles, or her estranged family.

I'm guessing something like below:

There’s nothing less funny than fat men (and women, as we are in Anna's thread) who rely on loud, over-the-top antics to mask the self-esteem issues that come with their weight
"Wow look at me, I'm so quirky! I'm not like the other deathfats!"

I can absolutely see Anna doing something absolutely moronic like deciding riding pillion on a moped was the perfect time to do one of her stupid quirky dances, overbalancing the moped, and almost getting both her and the driver killed. That would be the final straw that broke the camel's moped's back.

As for why no one has come forward re: Anna, I wouldn't be surprised if she's extremely lawyer happy, and anyone who relates even the most minor of anecdotes gets a visit from gentlemen in suits, and thinly veiled threats of what would happen if they didn't take the post or comment down right now.

 

[glioblastoma multiforme]

the locker note gir

Its amazing how no one bothered to read through this for her, and point out that maybe she should acknowledge that she was an actual person not an NPC. There isn't one mention of the recepient's potential feelings about this unprompted intrusion.

If someone had done that to me as a teenager, they could have written my full name, date of birth, and mother's maiden name and if it was some randomer I barely knew I'd still convince myself it was slid in my locker by error. Its such a profoundly odd thing to do and really shows her lack of empathy that she still doesn't appear to get it.

With the moped girl, we know Anna cannot tolerate any discomfort. I doubt she'd have been kind about the error. I bet she'd have brought massive attention and turned an "oops, get up, dust yourself off and be on your way" into a huge, humiliating scene.

 

[pippeyyy]

I’m curious to hear more about the current trends in influencing. It would help me contextualize where Anna is going wrong.

A lot of where she's missing is talked about in this thread, but the most important things we are seeing are people being tone deaf about the state of America/the world, so they are shoved out of spaces, and the largest one, a push against the consumer culture she thrives in. How can she come off as anything but an entitled asshole with tariff and grocery prices climbing like they are? She needs to be honest with her audience, understand people need to see her as likable, and pretend to care that people are having a rough time. (Like she pretends to care when things aren't as difficult. She was much better at this during COVID, despite her failures then. They were much smaller.) When creators start hiding because people are being mean to them, it's a nail in the coffin, and that's all she's done for 6 months. Her podcast is a failure, her engagement is the lowest I've ever seen it, she's uploading and deleting videos, she's crashing out weekly, her sponsorships are in the toilet, she's on drugs, and she's getting pointless surgeries. I don't think her social media will recover. She's an old-school influencer, and like we're seeing with actual celebrities, that is not going over well right now. She has fallen into this weird hole where she isn't bulletproof like some influencers are, and she isn't completely irrelevant yet. She still needs to do the dance, but she doesn't have to dance as long. You can tell by her near daily overreactions that the criticism bothers her more than it ever has.

(Just my opinion, but I think Anna has unintentionally dropped her career like she drops Data)

 

[OttoWest]

People would chase me down the hall screaming “Kool-Aid Man!” or whatever

The mental image of this made me laugh way, way too much. I hope her mother avoided buying Anna red clothing.

I don’t think Anna would be siccing the lawyers on anyone for posting on an internet forum. Simply no legal grounds for it. If someone broke a confidentiality contract related to her departure from Sprinklr maybe— but no one at that executive HR level is going to be gossiping online about some ridiculous fat woman they worked with for a few months eight years ago.

Reading these excerpts and it’s astonishing how much more entrenched her narcissism is, even for an austitic Anna scholar like myself. NO ONE exists beyond Anna. Shame she wasn’t born a few decades from now when we’ll get Inception tech and she can just spend her life dreaming in virtual reality, the only star in the show that is her life.

 

[Stroppy Trollop]

So, Anna homes in on the popular girl and trauma dumps all her shit on her.
Fuck off, Anna, you greasy weirdo.

That girl was ambushed by the bumbling idiot class clown with an embarrassing tale of woe and she was just supposed to... do what? Drop everything and rush to Anna's aid? Hold her hand all the way down to the guidance counselor's office? Find Anna a family therapist and set up the first six appointment for all the O'Brien's to attend? Take her under her wing? Introduce her to the cool kids? Invite her for sleepovers? Hit the mall every weekend for shopping and food court feasts? Give Anna a make-over?

Anna's lucky this girl didn't Xerox that note and hand out copies to the entire student bahhhdy. AND THEN!!! Anna's hurt by this girl's reaction and mild gossip? Bitch, please.

Anna's self-importance, entitlement, demand for attention and weirdo-vibe has been there from the get-go. And that's why she's been bullied and rejected her whole life. Being a big fat beast spectacle has just been... the icing on the cake.

Anna's lack of self-awareness is staggering. Or, as others have stated, she's actually very self-aware and is just a huge narc. Either way, she brings it on herself.