Britt McHenry- It’s hard to describe how it feels to have people dislike you when they don’t even know you. It takes a toll on your mind and body alike. In fact, in dealing with all the stress, the vision in my right eye grew cloudy. I could no longer see clearly; everything was a blur. I went to a retinal specialist, who diagnosed me with CSR, a condition in which vision is impaired, often due to trauma or extreme stress. Neither medication nor time helped alleviate the problem. I had no choice but to start a series of injections directly into my eye to try to regain my vision and prevent further damage. The first time I watched the needle approach my eye (yes, you’re awake for this!), I broke down, halting the process until I could regain my composure. I was a wreck, not so much because of the injection, but because of what had brought me to that point.
It would become the first of endless injections, and I still flinch every time. The doctor says the vision in my eye might never improve. Look, I'm not doubting that Central Serous Choroidopathy is a very serious condition. I am not even doubting that Britt McHenry developed it while dealing with the stress of being put through the ringer by nameless people on the internet that took exception to her being an insufferable (Warning: Cover your eye for this one Britt) cunt to an unsympathetic parking attendant. I will simply say that if you want to use your relative celebrity as a way to demean someone that's not as successful as you then make sure you have thick enough skin to deal with the resulting backlash that comes with that relative celebrity. If you are going to go down the "do you even know who I am?" path then you better fucking not be someone who develops a sensory altering disease when a disproportionate amount of people call you out on your shit. I guess what I am saying is that you shouldn't disparage every aspect of a stranger's entire existence purely out of frustration without knowing that your retinas are as tough as your mouth. And I really wish I could feel bad for Britt McHenry because eyeball injections sound like something out of a goddamn 'Saw' sequel. Unfortunately, I have never felt bad for those that can dish it out but can't take it, and a managable amount of blindness isn't going to make me reconsider that philosophy now. If it gets to the point where the smoking hot sideline reporter with a superiority complex requires shaded glasses, a walking stick, and the help of a guide dog then we will revisit this conversation, but having to close one eye to read like a stumbling drunk that's trying to find out when the last train home leaves is not enough of a handicap to earn my compassion. Let me be clear here because my main point is likely getting lost in the shuffle of blind jokes. I don't think that one major breach of social norms - especially one that came at the expense of the type of diabolical dickhead that works at a towing company - should be punishable by a lifetime of visual impairment. After all, we all have our moments. Just don't expect me to shed any tears over your sob story when it was ultimately the result of you being a hypocritical narcissist. h/t LBS
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