Fat fuck nearly has heart attack, but her feefees are hurt! There’s this woman I’ve known since we were kids and we’re friends on Facebook. She posts the most bullshit whiny snowflake shit I’ve ever seen, and I only stay friends with her because of the sick, frustrating kind of entertainment I get from her life. Picture her: Fat, ugly as fuck, different colored hair every week, random ironic piercings. You get the idea. So this is a straight woman, but a few years ago she decided she was suddenly bisexual. She’s been married to the same guy for years, never been with a woman, but being bi apparently gave her more edgy social justice credibility. Then last year she decided she was actually trans. Trans what? I’m not really sure. She talks about being gender fluid now that she’s too fat to look like a woman. Again, her social justice cred goes up another notch. Says OrangeManBad every few minutes. This person is building a solid victim complex, and her friend group reflects that. So here’s the story: She’s 38 years old and is under observation for heart attack risk. Apparently she has major pre-heart attack symptoms and signs of heart failure. Her 36 year old husband, who is a very fat fuck, has already had two heart attacks. People in their 30s should not be having heart attacks!!!! So she’s complaining this morning that the nurse wasn’t gentle enough with her during a heart procedure of some kind, and that “triggered her body dysmorphia” and caused her anxiety. Boo hoo. How insensitive that this nurse has to do her job. Yeah, it was totally the nurse treating her that caused the anxiety, and not the fact that her fat 38 year old body is ready to die at any moment and she’s in total denial about it. That would make me freak out. But HAES, right? So now I’m exasperated at all the comments from her SJW enablers who are telling her how inconsiderate medical professionals are, and she should send in a complaint about her “dysmorphia” being triggered because that’s “abuse.” Not a single whisper about how losing some fucking weight might actually save her life. They’re more concerned with virtue signaling than actually caring about this person they call a friend. So that’s it, not much of a story, but how did we get to this place where not hurting a person’s feelings was more important than helping them stay alive?