A very sweary rant about the Sydney Sweeney ad campaign from a cripple with “good genes” by Western standards (TW: family death via overdose and cancer, mentions of abuse)

This whole “good genes” Sydney Sweeney ad thing pisses me the fuck off. off. You wanna know why?? Because my existence was LITERALLY PLANNED OVER MULTIPLE GENERATIONS to create the smartest, most beautiful child possible. MULTIPLE GENERATIONS OF PEOPLE PLOTTED AND SCHEMED AND SEDUCED to create at least TWO GENERATIONS of INCREASINGLY BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN (BY WESTERN SOCIETAL STANDARDS) and THEY TOUCHED THE ROBE OF GOD, AS IT WERE. My paternal uncle was a goddamn genius and absolutely lovely by every Western definition, but a mind like that is HELL ON EARTH. He OVERDOSED ON HEROIN IN 1999. I NEVER GOT TO KNOW HIM. My father, my feral, brilliant father, the elder of the two, made it to 47 before dying of two different counts of brain cancer and nearly took himself out from alcoholism before the tumors did. I’ll say it again. A MIND LIKE THAT IS HELL ON EARTH. My father’s side allegedly has “good genes”. But that’s a crock of CRAP. Genes are genes.

And then there’s me. I was the next generation. I am every bit as brilliant as my father and my uncle. Many of you have SEEN what I can do. But I was born with HYPERMOBILE JOINTS AND HAD A STROKE AND HEART FAILURE AND MANY MANY OTHER THINGS ON TOP OF THAT LATER ON. MY VERY VERY ABLEIST, IMAGE OBSESSED FAMILY HAD NO FUCKIN CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH MY COCKROACH CRIPPLED ASS. SO THEY PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORTURED ME. FOR YEARS.

I have “good genes”. Allegedly. BUT THAT IS BULLSHIT. My hypermobile joints, addictive tendencies, and turbocharged mind that tortures me far beyond what my family EVER DID SCREAM OTHERWISE. GENES ARE GENES. A COMPLETE LUCK OF THE DRAW.

Fuck this ableist, racist, eugenicist complete crock of FUCKERY.

End fucking transmission.

-Allēna