You said: “He miscalculated the 🎪Fatigue of this entire fandom. Someday, people will look at this and try to figure out why they even cared, to begin with.
And then... then it will be too late.”
And I stood up and clapped.
Because, here’s the thing…Sam can be with Steph, he can be with Cait, he can be with one of the bendy blondes he follows on social media…and I literally do not give a shit anymore. He is a grown man playing games and acting more immature than my teenagers. Add to that the fact that the woman he is playing said games with has shown herself to be dishonest and opportunistic, and he has really turned me off.
At this point, I am just disgusted, and I do not think I’m alone. Can he come back from this? Who knows, but if he stays on the current trajectory, I think things will only get worse. Fan disengagement js one of the worst things that can happen to someone in his position and, as you correctly point out, it is already happening.
He is literally doing nothing else than he already did, during the Flukenzie Floozy Era: tons and tons of innuendo, trips and shows and 'candid sightings' (my left foot) and probably meeting the family, or insinuating he did. While the House Pet Troll is gushing so hard, she sounds like a spiraling mental ward patient.
There is nothing new under this bored, dull sun. And to be honest, this is quite depressing.
The problem is that you cannot play the same farce twice to the same people and expect them to buy it, no questions asked. And the second, more important and underlying problem is, I believe, his complete inability to negotiate a critical life waypoint with a clear, responsible and mature mindset. This is not what people like/want/are interested to follow and engage with. People liked him because he was a breath of fresh air, not a stale peddler of sorts. People liked the energy, the magnetism and yes - can you blame them? - the (very real) Story. People like the excitement of new beginnings, the feeling they support the Next Big Name on that poster or cinema marquee - and yes, people like success, which is to say, potential finding its way home.
Tell me, Anon: what is there to like, here, anymore?
As for the last episode of Where is Waldo, may I point out a couple of interesting inconsistencies, just because I am bored and could probably make a better use of my time, but somehow don't.
This is the IG post that started it all:
As you can see, it was posted on IG two days ago, on August 11. But - as the BONUS part suggests, it was edited 15 hours ago, to include a tag that is now showing on S's account under the corresponding tab.
The lady who posted it is into hockey. So what, you might ask, because many Canadians are, right?
But not that many Canadians are probably closely related (aunt? mom?) to a young hockey player. A player heavily featured on her sparse social media account:
Here is what I think happened, Anon. I think the poster initially recognized the Widow, who used to be all over the place during her stint - if I may say so- as a hockey WAG. Then she was told who he was and for some reason decided (or was asked to, we will never know and can only speculate) to edit her post almost two days later.
What are the odds of a single candid sighting, by someone who is not an OL fan, in a compact gathering of about 25K people?
Oh, and before *urv squees too hard: Madam Mao's parents do not live in Halifax. And there is a fair distance to their home. But hey, Margot was always sloppy when it came to geography.
To round it up, I think there are reasons for this circus to happen. I am planning to slowly, patiently offer my own POV. However, I think this goes a bit far, with disenchantment risks outweighing the questionable amusement.
The saddest part? She doesn't even have to be in the picture, the effect is exactly the same. And that is a double-edged sword.
PS: with many, many thanks to my generous friend who shared many of her thoughts with me and allowed me to add my own 50 cents to this post. Credits are hers and hers alone.
