A. T. Napoli
12/02/2025

A how-to on actual debate and shutting down ~concern trolling,~ from a raging bitch who has no business being this chronically online.💚🩷

🛑 Content Advisory: discussions of body image, bullying, and mental health ahead. Please proceed with care.

🌪️Something strange is happening online.

Wicked: For Good has landed in theatres, and with it, apparently, everyone’s unsolicited medical advice.

As Cynthia Erivo, Ariana Grande, Michelle Yeoh, Jonathan Bailey, director Jon Chu, and more make the rounds on their global press tour for the second installment of the world's beloved Wizard-of-Oz retelling, something else is circulating—a commentary that has somehow gotten louder than the musical itself:

"Concern" over the actors’ weight.

There is so much criticism of these actors' bodies, I could swear we've adopted judging others for where our personalities should be. We've missed the point of the story so much, we're reenacting Wicked's entire premise IRL.

For a moment, suspend your disbelief and consider this: the very act of publishing commentary about a specific person, using their body as an example, is the problem. It's body policing. It's bullying. That alone should be the end of it. But it's not.

Using specific strangers' bodies for public commentary does not stem from concern; it stems from people reverse-engineering excuses to feel righteous about judging others. It reduces people to their appearance, turning real human beings into case studies without consent, context, or expertise, and I, for one, have had enough.

What Is This Feeling?

Suddenly, anyone with an iPhone is a personal dietitian, therapist, and a savior to the stars, especially when it comes to the cast of Wicked. Unqualified strangers are diagnosing strangers and the bodies they don’t know for problems they can’t see, all in the name of “I'm worried.” But the problem with "I'm worried" is that concern does not automatically equal care. We have confused parasocial panic for permission to advocate, judgment for “care,” and projection for truth.

So let’s do something radical: let me show you how to have an actual good-faith debate.

No personal opinions, no anecdotal takes like “I think,” “to me,” “it’s obvious." No derailing questions. Evidence must be specific, verifiable, credible, and relevant. Just receipts, reasoning, and the bare-minimum literacy required to participate in public discourse—founded in critical thinking meets good ol’ fashioned empathy. We’re gonna return logical fallacies on loop back to the original point, with grounded, sane replies you can use.

Consider this your cultural grimoire. A spellbook for surviving online. Choose your own adventure below. Follow the Yellow B*tch Road.**

Walk with me here. LFG.

It's me. Hi, I'm the Yellow B*tch. It's me.

(**To be clear, my undertone is golden-olive just like Grande's. The discourse on her looks that also seems to be circulating: "Well, gosh, why is she so damn yellow? She should really do something about that"— as if that could be helped. One can co-opt such language if it indeed applies to oneself—particularly if, like me, you find yourself without... a couple coats of self-tanner 🙃).

"I'm not judging them, I care! Can't you see something is wrong?!"

I know, I know... I say, "Don't judge." You hear "Let's normalize this!" Let's take a look, for a moment, at the very definition of judgment, shall we?

judgment | ˈjəjmənt | (also judgement)

noun

1. the ability to make considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions: an error of judgment | that is not, in my judgment, the end of the matter.

   1. an opinion or conclusion: they make subjective judgments about children's skills.

   2. a decision of a court or judge: the Supreme Court upheld the judgment of the Alberta Court of Appeal.

2. a misfortune or calamity viewed as a divine punishment: the crash had been a judgment on the parents for wickedness.

Even those with good intentions think they’re using the noble, first definition of judgment, which is judgment in the ~virtuous~ sense, when discernment comes informed and with care. What you're actually practicing is the second type, which uses opinion or conclusion delivered like a court for divine punishment. What you are doing is ritualized, normalized condemnation under the guise of civic duty, which is just gossip and judgment, in the, uh, well, very punitive sense.

Judgment isn’t inherently wrong. We make judgments every day for survival: what to eat, whom to trust, what stories to believe. Judgment is part of how humans navigate reality. Judging is human. But to confuse discernment ("I notice change") with diagnosis ("I know why it changed") is fantasy.

Diagnosing strangers: that's delusion.

punitive | ˈpyo͞onədiv |

adjective

inflicting or intended as punishment: he called for punitive measures against the Eastern bloc.

(When it comes to reading comprehension, it is always okay to not know every word presented to you. I certainly don't. Stay curious. Open a dictionary. Come back to these words.)

The moment you assign meaning, motive, diagnosis, or morality to someone else’s body, you’ve left discernment and entered judgment. Concern becomes a costume for control. That’s why this debate loops — folks are so Madonna-hung-up on proving they’re not judging that they can’t see the judgment they’re performing. Policing bodies while pretending not to is still policing bodies.

Consider this simple notion: the very act of publishing commentary about specific people, in and of itself, is

Exactly. That is the entire problem.

Literally: "We cannot tell who is healthy by looking at them," says Rebecca Boswell, PhD, a supervising psychologist at the Princeton Center for Eating Disorders at Penn Medicine Princeton Health.

You're confusing suspicion for expertise, optics for evidence, and opinion for fact.

The dictionary gives us multiple definitions of judgment, and yes, one of them is “the ability to make sensible conclusions.” But here’s the part no one likes: a conclusion is only sensible if it is informed.

Without information, a conclusion isn't insight; it's projection and gossip.

Without consent, projection isn't care; it's control.

And when control is disguised as concern, it's not protection; it's policing.

Even those with good intentions think they’re using the first definition of judgment when they’re actually practicing the second. Yes, judgment can mean “sensible conclusions,” but only when you have access to facts, context, and consent. Otherwise, concern without consent is surveillance, not empathy. It’s assumption dressed as morality. And assumption weaponized as morality is not discernment; it’s shaming. It's dogma. It's religion. It’s the 2025 version of burning witches, except now, instead of tomatoes at the stocks (or worse), it's words hidden behind glass screens.

That’s exactly what’s happening when we comment on a stranger's body: we treat their body as proof of a moral failure we have diagnosed ourselves.

👀"But it's so OBVIOUS! Just look at them!"

gossip | ˈɡäsəp |

1. noun: casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true: he became the subject of much local gossip.

   
   • mainly derogatory: a person who likes talking about other people's private lives.
   
   

2. verb (gossips, gossiping | ˈɡäsəpiNG |, gossiped | ˈɡäsəpt |) [no object] engage in gossip: they would start gossiping about her as soon as she left.

projection | prəˈjekSHən |

noun

• the presentation or promotion of someone or something in a particular way: the legal profession's projection of an image of altruism.

• a mental image viewed as reality: monsters can be understood as mental projections of mankind's fears.

• the unconscious transfer of one's own desires or emotions to another person: we protect the self by a number of defense mechanisms, including repression and projection.

derogatory | dəˈräɡəˌtôrē |

adjective

showing a critical or disrespectful attitude: she is always making derogatory remarks | it has become a derogatory term now | he said the content was derogatory in nature.

Again, health isn’t visual. Health is contextual. What might be "healthy" or "malnourished" for you is between you and your medical providers, and between them and theirs. Your assumptions aren't expertise.

But please, if you can diagnose on sight alone, call your local hospital. You’re a medical miracle!

“Oh, c'mon! They look so unhealthy, you can SEE it! You can SEE the malnutrition!”

“I have a right to comment if someone looks unhealthy.”

Well, no. Actually, you don't. That's policing their bodies. Why do you think you are entitled to act on your feelings? What system taught you that you’re the authority? Hmm?

Besides, this isn’t actually about whether someone looks healthy or not. It’s about making assumptions about a stranger’s body from a stance of moral exceptionalism and treating those assumptions as fact, then owning those assumptions as your duty to act on. Don't.

You can critique culture without deputizing yourself as its sheriff. We absolutely have to talk about diet culture, aesthetic shifts, the mounting pressures of performance and social media, but we do not get to assign motive, diagnose, or justify intrusion as 'saving lives.'

🫧 Ariana Grande has already addressed rumours, asking people to stop commenting on her body when their assumptions are wrong, showing that you cannot know what someone is going through from how they might appear to you in that moment— all of which she should never have to do!

The Girl in the Bubble

"'Healthiest she’s ever been?' That’s a cry for help! Signed, someone who’s actually had an ED.”

But you simply do not know that. Sorry, not sorry! You’re interpreting someone’s self-report as pathology because it threatens your projection. That’s not concern, that’s surveillance and stone-cold judgment. If nothing has ever been verified by a person or their medical providers, your armchair diagnosis is wrong.

"I remember that Tumblr. It was coded.”

That Tumblr rumor has never been authenticated as her own. And you're proving her exact point: knowing rumors about someone is not knowing anything about them. If someone tells you a boundary—‘please be gentle with me and don't comment on my body’—and your response is ‘but I remember, so I get to,’ that’s not awareness, that’s entitlement. If you really loved her, respect would be easy.

"You might not remember Karen Carpenter. But I do."

Her name's being thrown around a lot in this conversation (and, while the comparison isn't exactly appropriate, fine. Let's go there. I'm a Millennial who grew up on The Carpenters. Yeah, my mother raised me right! Rainy days and Mondays happen to be my favorite days, thank you very much!) Let me ask you this: Would public commentary have saved Karen Carpenter's life?

The answer is no. It would not have.

The framing of Karen Carpenter as a cautionary tale individualizes her illness into a personal failure while letting the rest of us—media, medicine, family—off the hook too easily. It erases the systems that built the cage, while giving ourselves a pat on the back for noticing the bars. It's scrutiny over dignity, where her body is reduced to a spectacle even after her death. That's the same voyeurism that killed her. The attention without care—attention that sent the message that a woman's body was somehow public property. That her body wasn't her own. Her brother begged interviewers to stop asking about her weight. Doctors didn't even have a framework for what was killing her. And we as a society consumed Karen Carpenter like a public project, not a private, real, human being.

Shame gagged her. Silence finished the job. And 'anorexia nervosa' entered the public consciousness.

So if your takeaway from Karen Carpenter's life is "we need to comment more on thin bodies," then you didn’t integrate the lesson. You're just stoking the fires of a system that's long been burning.

And none of this changes the fact that we still don't even know if anyone in Wicked is dealing with an ED.

Are we preventing another Karen Carpenter, or just inventing one?

The cultural script is loud here. She "fought," she "lost," the disease "won." Hands washed, case closed, all clean and tidy when the media is complicit. That's the lie. This narrative is the crux of faux compassion I aim to ~reveal and dismantle~. "A Sweet Surface Hid a Troubled Soul" / People, February 1983.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was speaking to Ariana's Personal-Bestie Brigade™! Are you and Elphie-Cynthia buddy-buddy now?!

If they needed you, they would have a name for you, a phone number for you, and a consent and release form from you with your signature on it. Have you ever stopped to consider what it is about your discomfort with their bodies that gives you the right to say this?

Put down the misplaced hero complex. Direct it inward instead.

“What if they need us? What if they need help but don’t realize it? All the signs are there."

“We just want them healthy and thriving.”

Hate to burst your bubble, but that's ownership. You say “we want” as if these bodies belong to you. Caring doesn’t require ownership. Concern isn’t consent, and obsession isn't care. No one owes you a BMI update.

It’s beautiful that you care, but we don’t know these people personally. And there is no "we" to collectivize around. These relationships create the illusion of intimacy and belonging. Intimacy creates entitlement. Entitlement creates policing.

Allow me to introduce you to Cambridge Dictionary's 2025 Word of the Year: "parasocial" relationship.

parasocial | ˌperəˈsōSHəl |

adjective

denoting a relationship characterized by a one-sided, unreciprocated sense of intimacy felt by a fan or follower for a well-known or prominent figure (typically a media celebrity), in which the fan or follower comes to feel that they know the celebrity as a friend: a lot of parasocial relationships tend to give fans the feeling of ownership over the creator | people form parasocial bonds with characters that they see on TV.

Existing in a body isn’t promotion, and neither is defending them. NO ONE is justifying extreme anything. Stop it. What is being promoted in our culture is harmful gossip and scrutiny. These are regurgitated scripts on moral crusading, not conversations about health.

"They are promoting extreme thinness and eating disorders— and so are you!”

Huh? Slow down. Who said these women are campaigning for weight loss? None of these women are pushing their agendas or ideas around weight. Nothing is being promoted (except for their movies). Spreading falsehoods about a celebrity is the textbook definition of defamation.

And if there was something going on behind the curtain, comments like these can "perpetuate and reinforce the negative thoughts [people] are already thinking about themselves," says Stephanie Auriemma, LMFT, clinical director at Rock Recovery. "It could lead to or worsen other mental health conditions, including eating disorders, anxiety, and depression."

"There is a dangerous trend right now for drastic weight loss. We need to speak up about bodies that the media is showing the public right now!”

defamation | ˌdefəˈmāSHən |

noun

the action of damaging the good reputation of someone; slander or libel: she sued him for defamation.

libel | ˈlīb(ə)l |

noun

1 Law: a published false statement that is damaging to a person's reputation; a written defamation. Compare with slander
• the action or crime of publishing a false statement about a person: [as modifier]: a libel action | a councilor who sued two national newspapers for libel. •
a false and typically malicious statement about a person. • a thing or circumstance that brings undeserved discredit on a person by misrepresentation.

“But what about the kids?!"

Kids don’t develop eating disorders by looking at strangers’ bodies. They develop them from adults, who teach them that their bodies are report cards. That bodies are open for public critique. This conditioned, ingrained fear is where eating disorders are born.

Teach them critical reasoning instead! Teach them to question the messages they're told. Teach them compassion and empathy, teach them to put themselves in other people's shoes! But this? This is teaching them shame and that their worth is tied directly to how we look and what people think about us based solely on our looks.

Kids aren't sponges; they're discerning, too. You can teach them to be, if you will first learn for yourself.

Influence does not inherently grant consent for public diagnosis and consumption. That’s the pattern I’m naming here. And let's not confuse influencing with being role models, which celebrities are not.

What you’re really doing is displacing your discomfort. You feel something (fear, jealousy, anxiety about your own body), you slap it on a stranger, and suddenly their body becomes the problem you’re “concerned” about instead of the feeling you don’t want to sit with. We project onto them what we refuse to face in ourselves.

If your “observation” comes packaged with a story about what’s wrong with someone and what they should do about it, that’s not concern. That’s control. If you feel an urgent need to comment on a stranger’s body, that’s your cue about you, not them.

Avoidance always looks righteous when the target is someone who can't answer back.

“Celebrities are public figures. They're influencers! They have to be held accountable."

No, we don't. Visibility does not equal consent or permission to act. Attention is not an invitation to dissect and make a public figure (or any stranger, for that matter) into a case study. What is your solution exactly, by the way? That we hide them? That they gain weight? Because if your "care" requires a stranger’s body to change, it’s not concern; it’s control.

In our society, even a small shift above what’s deemed “acceptable” weight can trigger a cascade of prejudice—from subtle social rejection to institutional discrimination. People who “gain a skosh” are often penalized as if they had committed a moral failure, rather than recognized as humans navigating complex bodies. This discourse is dog-piling sizeism repackaged in a moralistic costume. This is about who gets to be visible, who gets to control the narrative of bodies that don’t belong to them, and who gets punished for existing outside the accepted script.

These witches are your scapegoats.

“We have a right to talk about it!
We have a duty to call it out!"

Compulsion isn’t conscience. Compassion is cheaper. Silence is free. Not every thought deserves an audience (and I can assure you, most thoughts don’t). Let’s all STFU and mind our business about strangers' bodies, shall we?

“But we have to say something!"

You can have opinions all you like, but opinions are not facts, and opinion without accountability is just ego. This is not a "my truth vs. your truth" thing.

Besides. My take is expert-backed. See sources. 🤓

“Well, that's your opinion. This is mine."

I owe it to NO ONE to disclose my medical history to prove my validity, ever — especially not in this discourse.

Neither do these actors, nor anyone else you encounter. That's the point! Everyone has a right to bodily privacy.

“Do you even have an eating disorder? You should be ashamed for inserting yourself."

Did we not just watch the same five-hour spectacle? Live singing and dancing? Have you seen live theatre? Honey, these are athletes! This is the Olympics of entertainment! A once-in-a-lifetime role!

“But they dropped weight so rapidly. That's so dangerous."

👠 Judy Garland was drugged by the studio system that owned her body. These actors are not. If your concern looks like claiming ownership over someone else, or asking them to change—or comparing them to other people, real people, not just bodies!—you’re not stopping the problem, you’re perpetuating it.

“Then they're overworked. Something is very wrong on that set. Hollywood has a history of this! They've done it before, and they'll do it again. Just look at the original The Wizard of Oz and Judy Garland."

🧠🧑‍🌾🌾 Telling me to sit down because of my body is the same violation you’re accusing me of. You don’t get to police bodies and then gatekeep who’s allowed to notice the policing.

And I don’t need to be a woman to recognize toxicity. Just comprehension skills. Which I have.

But since we're here: if your feminism only protects the bodies you personally identify with, that’s not advocacy; that’s tribalism.

“Men shouldn’t comment on women’s bodies. 🤮 Sit down!"

🛑✋ Um, ex-CUSE you? You think body shaming is exclusive to women? EHHH! Wrong.

Body policing isn’t gender-exclusive. People aren’t just critiquing the women: Jonathan Bailey’s body is lumped into this discourse, too, as if Jon Chu’s set is a covert fitness-factory that seems to churn out problematic physiques.

The difference is that men are often rewarded for abs while women are punished for ribs. According to one report, male actors often endure “drastic, unhealthy diets and excessive workout regimens” to meet role demands, but such extreme body modification is not always flagged with concern or public outcry, even when it can harm men.

Some cultural commentary even describes a “steadily rising demand for thinner, paler, more androgynous male bodies” in entertainment — akin to a resurgent “heroin chic” ideal for women. Today, we're just replacing cigarettes with protein shakes. See how there's open discussion on harmful practices, as owned by these actors? How these practices become anecdotes, not alarms? How that shame is curbed? How it's framed as transparency, professionalism, even craft. Very demure, very mindful, very problematic. When men undergo extreme aesthetic demands, it becomes "training." When women do, it becomes "evidence."

Not because men aren't harmed—we absolutely are—but because the interpretation of the same behavior reveals the hierarchy. Men's bodies = achievement. Women's bodies = accountability. Same machine, different output. And what do we call the system that polices women and rewards men for the same behaviors?

“This is about women, not men. Stay out of it, you misogynistic pig!" (The irony writes itself.)

Lol, no, it wasn't. Comedy happens when both sides laugh. If the punchline is punching down about someone else’s body, then it’s not humor, it’s harassment. If these trolls were truly worried about eating disorders, or their concern came from a "good place," they would stop performing the exact behaviors that research ties to EDs.

And performative ‘concern’ about celebrity bodies is itself not neutral; it's a vector of harm. It normalizes policing, reinforces beauty hegemony, and gives strangers a false sense of moral authority over bodies they don't personally know at all. This is bullying. SYBAU☺️.

🍔“Telling her to 'eat a cheeseburger' is just a joke. Relax."

bully | ˈbo͝olē |

• noun (plural bullies) a person who habitually seeks to harm or intimidate those whom they perceive as vulnerable: he is a ranting, domineering bully.

• verb (bullies, bullying, bullied) [with object] seek to harm, intimidate, or coerce (someone perceived as vulnerable): her 11- year-old son has been constantly bullied at school | a local man was bullied into helping them.

And you're ridiculous. I’m describing behavior, not emotion, but while we’re at it, their feelings matter because they’re human, just like you. The Golden Rule isn't a suggestion; it's the baseline for sharing space in a society: treat others as you would want to be treated.

"But I needed to hear it when I had an ED! People told me to get help all the time." Oh, bullshit. You did NOT enjoy being policed while you were working on yourself, and you know it. Nothing has been substantiated to give weight to that fan theory anyway.

If commenting actually helped, we'd all be cured by Twitter.

“You're emotional."

hegemony | həˈjemənē, ˈhejəˌmōnē |

noun

leadership or dominance, especially by one country or social group over others: Germany was united under Prussian hegemony after 1871.

No, it's not like Britney Spears at all, and again, please stop comparing human beings like case studies. This is not the same whatsoever, but since we're here, how we crucify celebrities like Spears is a different symptom of the same exact machine we're addressing. Unless someone at Wicked is being held captive against their will, kindly unclench. And on this, the day of our Lordney and Savior, the queen's birth? For shame and how dare you. Leave Britney alone already.

Intervention without consent is only ethical when paired with responsibility. Without it, it's entitelement. Do you have credentials? A relationship to the person (IRL!)? Access to their medical information? Are you going to assume accountability and risk for the emotional, legal, and ethical consequences of your armchair"diagnosis? No? Then you don't get to play doctor.

Medical providers don’t get to “just say things.” Doctors operate under legal, ethical, and personal liability. If a doctor makes a diagnosis, they assume responsibility for that person’s care, treatment, privacy, and outcome. That’s what consent is. That’s what accountability is.

You? On Threads at 10:24 PM? Zero credentials. Zero accountability. Zero context. Zero consent. But somehow: a diagnosis.

If you can’t diagnose, can’t treat, can’t follow up, can’t be sued for malpractice, can't be held liable… then you don't get to go there. Period. You’re not a fan, you’re not a helper: you are an intruder. You are a trespasser.

“It’s just like Britney Spears. We failed others before. We'll come to their rescue again!”

🫖If you want to see how far the rabbit hole goes, independent digital watchdog BJ Investigates breaks down public rumors around Ariana Grande.

What stuck with me is how we will consume (or make) nearly two hours of content about a person we don't know personally, sift through screenshots, anecdotes, and timelines, only to come to the same conclusion BJ alleges: that Grande is a committed method actress who adopts the persona of whatever era she's in. So right now she's in between personas. So to speak.

And yet, thousands of comments later and still, no one knows Ariana Grande, only their preferred interpretation of her. That’s the problem: speculation feels like intimacy, but it’s really a distraction. And it’s really just a mirror to the story inside of you. Inside all of us.

BJ Investigates was instrumental in the #FreeBritney Movement. If you want a former lawyer gone legal commentator's investigative journalistic insight (Britney's former manager reached BJ's law firm, allegedly in hopes of silencing her), do give her videos a watch because with all the tea she's pouring, frankly, I'm not sure how our girl BJ is still alive to tell the tale.

No. Absolutely not, how dare you. This is completely inappropriate. It's crossing the line a few too many.

“They look like Holocaust survivors" (yes, I've literally been told this!)

🫀🤖Reading this "got your knickers in a twist?" Good. Discomfort is a compass. It means your conscience is working.

If Wicked taught us anything, it’s that monsters are made, not born. It's literally a political allegory about public perception, propaganda, and moral panic (AND LESBIAN LOVE). (I kid, I kid.) It's about a woman who looks different and is scorned for it, not because of who she is, but because someone told us she should be feared. Those with power write the narrative. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Life imitates art.

The discourse around the cast’s bodies mirrors the plot almost 1:1. We’re not watching Wicked; we’re reenacting it. The story is a mirror, and right now it’s showing us how easily we fall for the same propaganda machine that turned Elphaba into a monster. Just like Elphaba, the actors are “wrong” because the public decided they were.

We love witches until they stop being pretty. We love women until they stop performing palatability for us. And we love “concern” because it lets us judge others without admitting we’re doing it. It's the flip side of the same misogynistic coin.

What is it about us as a society that we hoist our celebrities up just to crucify them in the same breath? What does it say about us that we build others up just to inevitably burn them as witches?

When society conspires to make our hearts smaller, we don’t lose them like the Tin Man— we hand them over, piece by piece, to the crowd.

Rage Against the Machine

There there. Now that wasn't that b*tchy, now was it?

📱🗡️ Neither I nor anyone else owes strangers enrollment in their distortions of reality. I don’t owe softness when coming to the defense of people who aren’t being shown basic kindness— and neither do you. The sword isn’t hostile simply for being sharp. But your words? They can become weapons.

We are normalizing very hurtful gossip and calling it care. Even if the intention truly comes from care or concern, it is still judgment. Until they speak up, we have no idea what is going on in a person’s life.

You don’t have to like every body. You don’t have to understand every body. And you just don’t get to legislate, diagnose, or moralize someone else’s.

I don't want us to keep normalizing hurting people and calling it care any further. I don’t want myself or anyone to be a martyr who proves a point by lighting themselves on fire, either. I just want us to stop lighting the pyre.

The Sword and the Phone

🫧 Like Wicked, there’s no hero at the end of this story—just those who inherit the narrative, if only they can be "for good." That’s Glinda’s entire arc. Wicked doesn’t give us justice; it gives us the cost of truth in a world that prefers the comfort of a beautiful lie—the comfort of the bubbles we live in. Systems don’t end because someone is “good” and someone else is "wicked." They end when we stop participating.

So in a world full of Glindas, be an Elphaba: the one who refuses to shrink to fit the narrative, who knows reality is more complicated than righteousness. The one who refuses to be told she owes her body to the public. Be the one who refuses to play the game. Be the person who opts out of the witch hunt. Be the b*tch who asks: who benefits when we burn witches at the stake? No one. No one wins in a system that requires someone else to burn, not in Oz, not online, not anywhere.

But we can choose better.

And that, my pretties, is the real magic. 💚🩷

In a World Full of Glindas, Be an Elphaba

🧠🧑‍🌾 I studied Women & Gender Studies in college and just can't seem to get enough. As an artist, analyzing stories and narratives is my playground. I don’t need them to be tidy to be meaningful. Happy endings are optional; truth, transformation, and a damn entertaining read are not.

So this holiday season, eat well, watch Wicked, and if you love a story about an underdog who rises against the sis-tem, I have just the story for you.

B*TCHCRAFT🌙 is a series for witches, lovers, and anyone else who likes messy, morally grey main characters with a large side of social commentary.

And if you hated every word of this post? Perfect, you might love to hate my books. Every story needs a villain. My books already have room for you.

"Light yourself on fire with passion, and people will come from miles to watch you burn." — John Wesley (I mean. one can only hope!)

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