The “hilarious” thing about performative nihilism is not just that it almost always comes from a position of privilege but that its performer always seems to think they somehow are unique in their display.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
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The “hilarious” thing about performative nihilism is not just that it almost always comes from a position of privilege but that its performer always seems to think they somehow are unique in their display.