I apologise for interrupting your standard programming with the below transmission fellow Kiwi's. It is not meant for your consumption. Perhaps I can help to outline the target market with this simple song:
For your eyes only, only for Wu.
You'll see what Holiday can see, and now she's breaking free.
For your eyes only, only for Wu.
The love I know you need in Crash, the fantasy you've got a gash.
Only for Wu, only for Wu.
Brianna,
I know you're reading this thread. Of course you are, someone as self-obsessed as you being aware of a site like this? You probably spend as much time rationalising the eviscerating character assassinations from here as you do on twitter.
In any case, I want to tell you something that I am confident everyone here would agree is good, solid advice. I somewhat doubt you will have the mental fortitude to follow up on it but I feel it's my duty to tell you. Whether you action said instruction is obviously entirely of your own choice. Yet again however, perhaps I am premature in saying (and I hope I am, I do want you to get better), you are probably going to be your own worst enemy and ignore the contents of this message.
By means of an analogy, I was a balding teenager at school. I dreaded class. My thinning hair was something that I was very self conscious about. Sometimes I would receive ridicule from my peers, but mostly I knew they were laughing behind my back. When I left school, the summer holiday prior to university was awash with thoughts and concerns of university, and how my baldness would be received by a much larger and far more imposing student body.
During that summer, I realised something very important. All of my concerns about ridicule and what people thought were entirely self-generated. Anyone that looked at me and thought 'baldy idiot' would almost immediately dive back into their own ocean of doubt, insecurity, concern and anxiety. Simply put, I was worried about something that simply didn't matter. I promptly shaved the rest of my hair off and didn't look back.
The reason for this long winded story, John, is that you too try to unsuccessfully hide an inconvenient truth. I realise now that the primary reason you act like you do, which is to say are needlessly abrasive, hyperbolic, disingenuous and staggeringly, staggeringly fragile to any criticism, is because you are trying to cover up and make up for the fact you used to be a man. I too had a similar psychological reaction to going bald. I was a massive edgelord (not in a Butts way) I lied about my sex life to impress people. I presented a persona that was Duke Nukem, despite the obvious reality of being a 150lbs schoolboy.
Your case is somewhat worse, although I am glad Kiwifarms or the internet as it is today did not exist when I was a teenager. You spend enormous amounts of time advertising to the world on Twitter that you have a paper-thin understanding of pretty much anything. Most true and honest engineers and scientists, even experts, will fall over themselves to say that they're not completely up to speed in a particular field before commenting, even if the number of people in the whole world that would know more than them could be counted on the fingers of a hand.
However, Brianna 'Dunning Kruger' Flynt has to know everything about anything. Any attempt to correct or critique your vacuous commentary is met with enormous hostility. I know toddlers with more cognitive fortitude. Not to powerlevel but there was a recent Twitter conversation about Graphene for energy storage applications, a nanomaterial I have a lot of experience with. Not only were you talking out of your arse about it (with typical brazen arrogance), but I know for a fact if anyone more qualified (i.e. anyone) had corrected you, the default mansplaining defence would have been invoked.
Mansplaining, John. What a stultifying lack of self-reflection you demonstrate when deploying that particular defence. You have after all several trillion cells with XY chromos telling you to fuck right off. Stop with this stupid game (not talking about R60 here). Everyone with functioning eyes and neurons can see what you are. I implore you to be honest with yourself and others. You are trans. That's ok. People might not like it but then again, do you think it's realistic to expect everyone to like something? People that don't like you are not worth knowing from your perspective.
Look at people like Blair White. She's "trans" and a fucking cool person. Why? Because she acts like a human being, not some deranged try hard imbecile. They say the truth will set you free. You must realise the reason absolutely no-one wants anything to do with you commercially, personally or politically is because of how phenomenally acerbic you are. I bet if you realised this and stopped trying to one-up everyone with layer upon layer of transparent ego-masturbatory bullshit and actually focussed on being a genuine person rather than some flavour of the month culture leech, that people would actually make an effort to know you better and not run away.