I've figured out a radical new way to use Dark Souls to cure depression. (first time playing remastered) Step 1. Be depressed Step 2 spend hours on the first level leveling up endurance and vitality as you get pwned by random enemies the second you forget this isn't PuBG. Step 3. Now that you're in a state of exhaustion from suppressed frustration and you blood pressure has spiked to 200, it's time to do pushups until burn off the adrenaline and the last remainder of your sanity. Depression cured. Something something male loneliness epidemic. Something something I'm a first year intern getting paid by Atlantic to pretend it's not systemic and write blogs nobody cares to read. See Mens-es-es are fine, let me tell ya.
For tomorrow's insightful-blog-TM : Everything I dislike is a fascism, including and especially working out from Dark Souls. How antiquated gender norms, definitely definitely not systemic well-known, scientifically recognized in all major journals facts about men having smaller social networks keep men depressed in atomized anomied fodder for bigtech exploitation in late capitalist dystopia (that only exist when we need it). Trust the science as long as it agrees with me or penguinz. All right wingers are grifter, but Dr. K not therapizing Rekfull off a 10 story building is just one of many experiments.
Alright, no time to waste on rube issues of male suicide or homelessness, that's just the patriarchy fooling ya'll. Time to go for the root of it all an eliminate man-spreading from the face of the eeeearffff! As an AOC representative my first ruling will be to relegate man-spreading to the ones who need it most: butch lesbians insecure about their masculinity.
It is my solemn duty to provide acccess to scarce man-spreading resources to make butch lesbians mog again. Namaste, m'lady--ies.
