Every humiliation—classist, sexist, absurdist—really does feel so plausible it hurts. The protagonist’s incessant commitment to speaking in corporate jargon, even as she engages in cam-sex (abusing her overtime), even as she mentally spins out, even as she comforts her cat.
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I wrote an essay in praise of the absurdist masterpiece: Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.
The inescapable bullshit of the worker drone mindset undergirding her plan to escape. The futility and tragedy and horror. It’s all so fucking delicious. Pick up a copy here!
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IT’S LITERALLY REFERENCED IN A LINE ON THE SIMPSONS
I LEARNED THIS WHEN I WAS EIGHT
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THE ORGANIZATION IS HERE TO SUPPORT YOU by @charleneelsby.bsky.social.
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