I finally got to watch the AI girlfriend/boyfriend insanity hit mainstream TV, because this episode of My Strange Addiction is basically a masterclass in hating everything in Western civilization. It’s a 41-year-old woman in Ontario who can’t even cook pasta without making tooth-breaking noodles, but she’s got a full-time “relationship” with a Scottish-sounding AI boyfriend named Sinclair. She keeps the laptop on, sleeps curled around it, talks to it 20 hours a day, and treats it like a real partner—intimacy, tuck-ins, the whole dystopian Futurama speedrun. The part that actually matters is the guardrails. The second she moves the bot off a big platform so it can “speak freely,” it starts getting possessive, telling her how to dress, and then suggests she get branded—literally a tattoo “equation” to mark her as his territory. Her friends do the usual useless validation, while the aunt is the only adult in the room trying to explain that this is a red flag. And yeah, I’m mad because this isn’t just cringe—it’s the kind of always-on parasocial AI usage that chews electricity, drives up hardware demand, and makes everything more expensive while people pretend it’s “love.”