Be like Anya Taylor-Joy

Do I know her? No.

Have I spoken to her? No.

Has she ever intentionally sabotaged me because I didn't speak to her at work outside of when I had to? No.

Has she ever tried to make my life hell in public because I didn't speak to her? No.

Does she care what I think or how I feel? No.

And yet, she's the ideal woman for all that stuff. Be like her. I know exactly where I stand with her. The boundary couldn't be any clearer if she tried to make it clearer.

We don't even have a parasocial relationship because I really only know her from The Queen's Gambit and Super Mario (the 1st movie). The irony of a feminist playing a Bobby Fischer inspired role will never be lost on me, but she don't car either because I'm a lowly unwashed peasant. She isn't aware of that because she's not aware of the unwashed masses or what they think. That's fucking beautiful because she's never tried to complain to the boss about me and others "calling them a whore." Oh god, that goofy ass looking mofo was coming between the racks in the warehouse to spy on us. We both damn near laughed so hard we were ready to cry when she said that.

That woman was kinda cute when she had red braids, but she went bald and completely fucked her shit up. Then got mad at a native when I asked wtf happened to her hair? Culturally we aren't supposed to cut ours unless we lose someone. I'm bad at that thing, but I've also lost a lot of people close to me so whatever. The dying has been dying down though, so my hair cutting has been too.

Anyway, does Anya Taylor-Joy care about all this? No.

Does she care about what I think about her dresses or hair? Not at all.

Has she ever tried to weaponize it? No.

That right there is an exemplary human and woman. Even though she's always on guard against the proletariat and would probably see my opinion coming several miles away regardless of which angle I take.

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anonymous Relationships April 18, 2026 at 2:02 pm 0 0