there's something so interesting about the way anaris' mind control mask doesn't work by him exerting his will on people directly or even by taking their own will away in any way; he dominates by demanding -- no no, not demanding, requesting, offering 🥺 as a gracious gift -- that his followers take on his emotions as a show of devotion, at the same time that he frames it as a mark of his favour and closeness. there's something so evocative of a certain and very precise kind of emotional abuse/manipulation there that I can't really put into words otherwise. the mask may be heightened fantasy nonsense, but the underlying 'if you really loved me you'd feel as I feel and be willing to take on all my pain so you would understand me, you wouldn't protest me vomiting all my emotions into you indiscriminately at all times' logic is... very recognizable and mundanely, viscerally icky. he bludgeons his followers with his own uncontrolled fear and pain until they all flinch with him, and then he tells them they're special for being able to accept this higher understanding (and inversely they're a disappointment and revealing their unworthiness and weakness if they want to take the mask off and breathe without 24/7 anaris angst getting piped into their neurons). the whole questline of course gestures at dealing with a family member joining a cult or extremist group lead by a charismatic figure, but within that I find the metaphor they build into the mask a really interesting angle to take on that.

Thoughts on Iggy Azalea and all the backlash against her?

TRUTH - WHO'S ONE MAN YOU'D LOVE TO SCREW? DARE - GO FLASH A GIRL.