Nolan films and YouTube heroes–we’re really shilling for clicks today at the Budafoki amended.
I find Natalie to be a refreshingly sane person and a remarkably self-aware thinker. With argumentation so good it makes you forget the laughs are legit, and the production values simply extravagante, she could well be the only Internet figure posterity will give a tryst about.
A while back I watched a bunch of ContraPoints videos after a really long time, and those are the ones I your host have singled out for praise:
- Men, a nuanced and compassionate take on the unfairer sex and its strange fate on the cultural landscape, going as far as co-opting key MRA texts. Natalie reads the patriarchy as a mode of capitalist oppression that cuts back at men too, and concludes that we need to redefine what A Good Man means.
- The Darkness, in which she takes on such fearless voices of truth and reason as Ricky Gervais, who I understand is a comedian. Shallow worldviews don’t make for good comedy because they don’t tap into existential angst, is the thesis, and outrage peddlers, for all their whining, are shit for a good laugh.
- “Are Traps Gay?” quotes intentional as the enclosed meme is highly toxic–content warning. Brilliant explainer for clueless guys and a tightrope act by a well-platformed member of the trans community, whose intriciacies she can navigate for hours and I can watch her for just as much. If that’s not progress, what is?
- Cancelling, of which she is now a survivor. Somewhat painful to watch as she goes into YouTube tract mode for a good two and a half hours with much less set, wardrobe and lulz than usual, having denied herself collaborators, and at times seemingly speaking from the verge of breakdown.
Cancelling is almost a year old now and Natalie is back on the Twitter circle of Hell and still making videos. The last appearance of hers I watched was at an election pre-match vlog, where she didn’t look all that great. I have no idea if that was entirely due to fresh shit in her life, and frankly it’s none of my business. But I am worried it’s all grinding her, and it would gut me to see the haters finally break her, regardless of her mistakes or how well she admits them. Ꙭ
The worst of it, though, is that it would validate the Gervaises’ and the Petersons’ most alluring and insidious fallacy: that in the end, like Socrates, the truthteller gets eaten by her own.
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