someone accused her of having kept a CHILD SLAVE in a trunk in her university dorm room when she was 19 and also leading a sex trafficking ring. the girl who made the accusation kept adding progressively more and more absurd stuff to the callout every few hours until it was this elaborate wattpad story about how mitski had war criminal parents who altered the internet to disguise her real identity and how the accuser was secretly an informant for the FBI when she was 14 and got pistol whipped in an FBI fight and just more and more stuff. mitski herself had to step in and say it wasn’t true. it was literally qanon conspiracy theory hoax tier shit. 

the whole thing was just really fucked up- not only assigning so much theoretical fame and prestige to this woman that people were convinced these accusations didn’t matter or couldn’t do harm to her because she was uberfamous (and that anyone who promoted skepticism about them was being an idiot celebrity worshipper), but also the way ‘take accusations seriously and don’t dismiss them out of hand simply because you like a celebrity’ so quickly got warped into ‘refuse to apply a critical eye to anything anyone says ever and immediately accept it as fact and spread it as much as you can’. 

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

.... and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t... fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just... fucking wild.

DAVID SUCHET IS NOT DEAD YET, DON'T YOU DARE EVEN IMPLY THAT HE IS .

also im going to eat your first-born for reminding me alan's dead.

first off, i don't want kids so if i end up having one somehow, i'll for sure call u and be like "hey i'm that tumblr bitch, bon appetit"

second, there's not a day that goes by that i don't mourn the loss of our fallen hottie. when he passed away, my 15 year old ass made a memorial wall of photos on the side of my 6-foot-tall bookshelf. u best believe my full respect goes to that man's memory. i never swear on my mother's grave, i swear on alan rickman's. he is the dad i loved that i never did get to fuck but wouldn't have wanted to anyway because i'm asexual. so don't worry, i'll be crying myself to sleep tonight too.

DAVID SUCHET IS NOT DEAD YET, DON'T YOU DARE EVEN IMPLY THAT HE IS .

also im going to eat your first-born for reminding me alan's dead.