What It Truly Means to be a Beautiful People: A Review of Maidan, Part 1

What It Truly Means to be a Beautiful People: A Review of Maidan, Part 1

The European Investment Bank froze activities in Ukraine,[118] saying, “For the time being, the situation is so cruel that it would be politically the wrong signal, but also irresponsible vis-a-vis the people we asked to do the job, to be active on business in Ukraine.”[119]

In early 2022, my cynicism was on high alert. Impotence in American culture faced with obvious corruption was widespread, and promptly rationalized and repressed in a humiliatingly weak manner for the people of my country. I mocked the situation in what semblance of good faith I could, saying that Americans should text in to revolt. I felt both a nausea and a scathing, vitriolic derision at my fellow Americans thinking about phones littered with the words, “I revolt,” as they texted in to ‘the revolution’ and thought nothing more of it.

“What a funny woman!” I heard. Only a few months later, the infamously pathetic deal would be initiated wherein Twitter would be bought by Elon Musk for 44B, only for him to initiate surely what he thought was an ingenious plan of determining what was and wasn’t “real information” based on the blue check, while scrying for trade secrets on that matter barely disguised as criticism and investigation into Fauci. In his attempt to seem like a legitimate democratic presence, he ran a poll that promptly revealed his unpopularity. He tried to bury that post, but I reposted it to make it clear a fool who pried open government coffers for supposed space exploration only to spend in a good portion of it on what he personally viewed as “funny” was a true threat to democracy, far worse than the denialist Joe Biden was capable of hitting home. In addition, Twitter is a well known test field of how the most active voters think and act, showing his power hunger and need to affect elections. Finally, giving him a monopoly over private account access (the illegality of which Elon Musk is notorious for disregarding merely from sheer vanity) as well as the data he might want or need in that regard seemed to be a big sell for Elon as well. Seeing that his power was not sufficient to stay the effects of his unpopularity, Elon Musk staged a fake step down only to emerge seething again with his capricious and arbitrary attempt to limit access to information in his own personal North Korean blackout fantasy originating in both narcissistic rage and certainty that he could get it too if it would all just slow down. This revealed at last he never respected his new female CEO, and hot on the heels of his disrespectful and violating tantrum on her authority Barbie came out, trying to drive home that same message from the highly affected and enraged position of a man failing feminist class; making a mockery of feminism while seemingly complimenting it, in the style the ‘friend’ in seething jealous rage who tells the woman she’s envious of that she must enjoy having access to such a “large potential sample size” in men willing to make themselves available to her, the implications of conservative contempt there hardly hidden. This ‘friend’ of this vitriolic barely bastion of envy should of course be glad because she clearly respected her fellow female scientist. Not.

In contrast to the ogling narcissistic rage of Barbie, Maidan offers a balm for those few of us who held back vomit instead of stuffed our faces watching the piss poor attempt to seem like an ally. “Our strength is our dignity,” the announcer in Maidan insists. “Without dignity, a nation is nothing.” The logical implication is of course without strength, a nation is nothing. As I looked over at this barely disguised backwards complement mockery of intersectional feminism in a cinema lined with mosaics of clearly black Egyptian queens, I remembered the hypocrisy. During the Seattle International Film Festival 2023, a disabled black woman in a walker had come up to me to say the the SIFF crew had patently ignored her need to move to the front because she couldn’t stand in her walker very long. Just to tell them this she stood in line, much less to wait for the volunteer training. Finally, she could no longer bear it and came to me (I was just another line-waiter at the time, but I deeply treasure being so trusted). I told her that I would figure out what was going on, the irony of her being ignored as a black woman in the SIFF Egyptian not lost on me. I saw exactly the instantiation of what the Ukrainian announcer meant; a disgusting people, where disgusting means without dignity. A people stuffing their faces as a mockery of depression was made that barely disguised Hollywood writers helping themselves to HIPAA violations of those women who attracted their “muse” piggish parasitism in the style that the poor and unfortunate Barbie might. I was reminded of the film Illusions about a Hollywood executive who passes for white due to her features is secretly black, and who immediately loses the sexual attentions of her insistent harassers after they find out about her true heritage. In that movie, she states, “We have plenty of writers, and not many good ideas.” And so, as the illness of uncreativity seethed in the clutches of men like Elon, had they begun to help themselves to encrypted medical records so pathetically stripped with fertile ideas as they may be? Hollywood doesn’t have to obey the law, until they do…just like a black executive of Illusions can be viewed as attractive, until she can’t. I worried that such a piggish people could not be trusted with Ukranian female refugees, often widely hailed as some of the most beautiful women on this earth…who would certainly come to the states with the exact same beauty and the exact same depression, OCD, anxiety based on torturous evil from the homicidal jealousies of Putin’s women and the rapacious ogling of Putin and his henchmen alike.

My thoughts on this were proven correct when I tried to fundraise for Ukraine, and asked for accommodations of a split shift due to chronic fatigue. The individuals were enraged that they could not make as much money on me. They insisted they couldn’t split the shift, and then when I cited disability accommodations they spewed a pathetic litany of vitriol at me, insisting they couldn’t pay me for training because I was “trying to siphon money from the company” as I never actually fundraised but only trained due to quitting on their failure to accommodate. IRC was equally disgusted at their tantrum that they did not get to make as much as they hoped off me, and pulled their partnership. Barbie reminds me of if those same individuals seethed in the shadows until they could have their day in the sun, with no empathetic ability to be remorseful despite in the field of nonprofit but insistent that there was money to be made on me and my body, my disabilities be damned.

For, why should someone do their own work when they can just pay or someone to do it? As I take a plagiarist to court as she deeply shames her African community with her undignified descent into lies and denial over her narcissistic rage in being unable to pay as little as $200, I think of her when I hear the words “white savior” for a job I never wanted. She embodied jealous rage at my existence that resulted in constant changes of her makeup and hair to be more similar to mine as we continued to work together and her rage and jabs continued to grow. Her need to insist that she wasn’t jealous seems to be marked all over Barbie, and they all fall flat…literally. As she and her family continue to stalk me, even her lawyers seemed disturbed by the obvious. “I’m not jealous! I’m not jealous!” is all I hear in characters that cheapen white women, trying to convince themselves more than anyone. As my stalker and plagarist spends another 10k to rationalize her delusions as to the fact she had any good reason to not pay me $200 during the time when she had gone full steam in forcing me to write her content (which I was forced to report for labor extortion to her school), I wonder how narcissistic rage ever gets that entrenched, like Nazi Germany’s plans to drill into the center of the earth. No matter what I research, the emitted plumes of cancerous, thick columns of death’s smoke never makes sense of such a homicidal envy…be it in Russian women, Eritrean women, Japanese women, Indian women or Chinese women. Or mixed race men, for that matter. Her rationale was the insistence that she could write just like me and that she only paid me because I had gotten there first. Has anyone else seen such narcissistic rage? Instead of celebrating and compensating for doing well, she claws from a pit of anger absolutely certain she is me in underdog version. And the same is true of Elon, who clearly thinks he can “level the playing field” if it would all slow down. What should the Russians do, now that their tech is discovered to be a vain front for excellence? Shout across the battlefield, “Slow down Ukraine, so we can pillage your land a little better!” The absurdity is unreal. They and those like them all seem to have reached a forty-four billion dollar fever pitch; there is no other way to describe it than pathetic.