It’s been a minute since I went dumpster-diving on TikTok, so I figured I’d expose you to a fresh batch of brain rot while I’m in between bigger videos that require me to actually learn something (my least favorite activity). This one starts with the usual “patriarchy” sermon where people say “I hate men” and then try to walk it back like it’s some brave, complex take. I break down the difference between hating individuals versus hating an entire group, and I point out how reality looks when you zoom out: who gets drafted, who makes up most of the homeless, who ends up in combat, and why “male privilege” isn’t the first thought when you’re staring at a veterans hospital. Then we get to the main event: a woman using TikTok like it’s therapy while she destroys her apartment—smashing a stove, beating a refrigerator like it owes her money—while rambling about being autistic/ADHD and a childhood dollhouse grudge from 20 years ago. This is the modern western female special: perform your meltdown for the algorithm instead of seeing an actual therapist. The takeaway is simple—if your coping mechanism is recording yourself committing property damage and calling it healing, you’re not processing trauma, you’re auditioning for institutionalization.