That moment when a 'content creator' casually lets drop that they don't do their own art/writing/design/etc, and you wonder why you're seeing them instead of the people who do the actual work
Idiot that I am, I never stop being shocked by this. "What do you mean, you didn't do the art? Why have you spent all this time perpetrating the notion that it's your work? How can I ever trust again? That's why it all has to go, Mr. Bond... because this prominent minecrafter didn't design his own builds, and I glimpsed the hollowness in all mortal things."
But what's it all about, Holly? Is this fetishization of authenticity because you're a metalhead and the world is run by sellout punks? I don't know, I'm loath to psychoanalyze myself (she says when her autobiography is at least half a million words of exactly this). But let me relate an anecdote:
Years ago I had the good fortune to get to know an artist whose work I had admired for a while, which then led to the relatively routine and conventional act of text-fucking them. And I was startled to discover that they were not that good a writer; I had assumed, erroneously, that anyone talented in one creative endeavor must be at least moderately gifted in any of them. Like me! But they were not. But I learned an important lesson that day, which is that sexiness is not inextricably bound to the talent of expressing it. I've had scenes with hilariously bad writers which had me simmering in my gunk, and scenes with competent writers that I wished would just stop.
So I suppose, if I am to be held to drawing a conclusion, the conclusion is this: a fast talker can hold my attention for a while, but I will discover the truth of you eventually; and then, well... I am in the overwrought, irrational revenge business. Always credit your assistants.
