This sounds like stretching the word “celebrity” pretty far.

I, too, enjoy Balatro.

Wait for the workers to come in and attack them, not the equipment.

He’s over there getting an evil genocidal hate boner while I hope he dies painfully. Extra credit if he starts to realize it in his last seconds.

Even when I was in that kind of group, I would feel embarrassed about pushing in a group. I didn’t realize I didn’t believe it yet, but that always felt odd and embarrassing in a group, and so pointless when alone.

I was still too brainwashed to think anything of it, but part of me always knew.