What else could they call it, "We Are Your Enemies," and lose all the suspense?

September 15, 2015

These are screenshots of the first part of Emily Ratajkowski's Twitter page.

The conglomerate's rapacious, murderous hysteria toward me fomented around the idea that I had flirted with too many people.

There was no criticism directed at any of the men who flirted with me, even if they had wives or serious girlfriends, even if they initiated flirting and got a screaming rejection or no response from me.

The conglomerate is now also in its fourth year and counting of trying to help women who are celebrities or who want to be celebrities duplicate my hapless situation of being a sort of trophy for famous people without, of course, imbuing the women whom they hope to use as conglomerate tools with the stigma it has forced on me since 2010.

"Make her like Lena," they say, don't they? "Lena, but not 40, or even 30.  Lena, without the pee, period blood, body hair, that we got video of that she never consented to.  Lena without the wattle.  Lena without the spider veins.  Lena without the occasional balding problem.  Lena without acne.  Lena without the screwed-up past and her loveless love life, writing desperate letters to people she didn't even know.  Lena without the psychiatric history.  Lena without having lived with her parents when she was older than college age. Lena without the homelessness.  Lena without the abject, interminable poverty.  Lena without the unpopularity and riducule.  Lena without the problems getting work, because of the unpopularity, ridicule and bullseye on her chest; all her problems are her fault, anyway, it has nothing to do with what we do to her and tell people to think of her.

Let's create a Lena without all the loser parts; then we'll get our creation to call Lena a stupid slut who deserves to be raped and killed."

The conglomerate has not stopped trying to create its version of Nonloser Lena since 2010. It even adds the painless, prettified versions of each new torture that it heaps on me to its assembly line.  "Gosh," their creations giggle, "Did you naughties catch me in the shower unawares?"

No, they didn't.  That's one of the many reasons that you are nothing like me.

Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, September 15, 2014 @ 5:00 p.m.