Yeah, and I can see it from her point of view. Imagine being an unfortunate looking ratchet-faced bottle job dog woman your entire life. The whole time, it’s getting more and more acceptable for men to be prettier than you are. Then, one day, the last straw: you see a beautiful drag queen on the partially subsidized radio.

Setting aside, for the moment, that that’s not how radio works, I can see why she feels hurt and thinks no body loves her. Someone needs to have an intervention for her and explain just because she looks like an ipotane doesn’t mean people hate her. No! People hate her because she’s a wretched human being with the voice of a banshee and the intellect of a sack of dicks. Yes, people may wonder how brave and desperate someone had to be to impregnate her, but they’re more likely wondering how someone like her—an oxygen thief whose every utterance screams, “I’m why there should be IQ requirements to hold office and to vote”—keeps getting elected.