Month: September 2018
Stalking 101: “The Manip”
Advanced studies in stalking. When your obsession can’t be contained to just the fantasies of the mind.
1. Meet the object of your obsession affection.
2. Use a black pen to scribble out shit the friends you don’t want in the photo.
(Her aversion to “granny” fans seems to be a chronic affliction.)
3. Save pen for later use.
Side note. Scilla enjoys this keyboard emoji. 🙂
4. Photoshop your friends out of the photo. Distort the color of the photo so the manipulation isn’t obvious.
5. Repeat.
6. Poach photos from the Facebook pages of people you don’t know. Pretend both photos are real. (HINT: The disco purple photo is a fake).
#RealityCanBeBetterThanFantasy
7. When caught trying to pull the wool over people’s eyes, pretend you thought everyone would know that you were just tickling their imaginations, despite
#RealityCanBeBetterThanFantasy
“It’s a manip someone sent me.” Must have been the same person who sent her the manips of Scilla and Rob. And, Scilla and Sam. And, the same person that tells her stuff in DMs. And, called the Soho Beach House in Miami. And, sends her anons asking her opinion on important things.
I believe her. She wouldn’t lie.
Poor Tobias, her “real” obsession. Tossed aside like an inconvenient truth.
Salty nuts and assorted sundries.
An “anon” to Jess today.
(lol)
A comment on our blog about Purv yesterday.
Sam, last week
Purv, to Jess
“Anon”, to me last week.
Her definition of fuckable.
Her, as Eileen 2.0 and Eileen 1.0
One of her many confirmed sock accounts
“Anonymous” to me, 10 days ago.
Purv being “supportive”.
Paging Dr. Freud. One of your own has escaped.
Shouldn’t Purv be doing Scilla a solid right about now and letting her know how I’m slandering her good name, and putting her sexcapades on blast? The poor woman’s accounts are being mined and mocked.
Anyone here know Scilla? She seems to love Outlander, and she seems comfy with social media. I wonder if she landed anywhere in the Outlander fandom.
Right around the time I started following her as OLfan25.
My first reaction after reading this was to go for the obvious. A blog post entitled “Busted!” with a side-by-side comparison of you-know-who’s and you-know-who’s Golden Globes. I’d sprinkle in a couple of WTFs, show a bunch of Scilla and Purv screencaps where they both say the expression “calm yer tits”, and be done with it. But, then I read this comment for a second time, and shortly after I was shown a particularly odious screencap from Jess’ blog. Instead of quick and snarky, I’m going to speak directly to Purv.
Purv, you are a wretched human being. I don’t know of any other word that feels quite as appropriate as that word does. Wretched.
You are most definitely despicable. You are without question contemptible. And, you are absolutely without peer in the mean department.
While the keyword comparison posts are pretty damning on their own, there is another ‘tell’ of yours that is actually your loudest calling card. It is how, despite your attempts to disguise your identity through a variety of tricks, it is always clear as day who is behind the despicable words under the anonymous moniker. Your tell is your tell because way back when, in the good old early days before you decided to publicly remake yourself as a saccharine supporter of all things Sam and Cait, you had a notorious temper. Your temper was so notorious that it was the reason your Twitter accounts were shuttered. When you get angry, you get personal. You become rage-filled. Your words are used as a weapon. You don’t just get personal, you get gutter personal. You get alarmingly personal.
You are never content to troll about a subject. It is always accompanied by a personal insult. When you first came to me as Eileen, it was never about racism, although you freely accused me of that. It was about what a horrible human being I was. I was also a cunt. A bitch. Stupid. A liar. A coward. Desperate for a good fuck. You call people cunts, and cows, and idiots and morons and fucking assholes, and bitches and twats and — my personal favorite — retards. Usually it’s Pufftard. Today, you just went straight to retard. Then you threw in mental when it came to Jess, just to mix things up.
Jess is trash. She is also ugly and mental, just like me. Today must have been Ugly Retarded Shipper Day in your neighborhood. You even brought the big guns out in some misguided effort to intimidate. William “What A Sorry Ending” Shatner. Nice touch. Nice try. Any time I see you try to pawn off your own bad behavior on someone else — “Cait knows what you’re doing” — along with excoriating Jess and her friends as the invasive trolls to whom Sam was referring, all I can think is “Oh shit, what hell is Purv sending Cait’s way now?”
You’re right, I “lurv” to say you’re Purv. Know why? You are! Know who else “lurvs” to say “lurv”?
You guessed it. You!!
I see from your second comment to me, you think I care about Shatner, too. Apparently it’s not just Ugly Retarded Shipper Day, it’s Shatner Hates Ugly Retarded Shippers Day. And, of course, Ghetto Queen and Welfare Queen are very common terms. What is not common, person-who-desperately-needs-an-intervention, is me being called those names by two different people on a blog about a cable tv show.
I can always tell when things are going pear-shaped for you. You ramp up the crazy to Defcon 1.
For some reason you think that as long as I don’t know who Eileen 2.0 is (you), I don’t have a criminal case against Eileen 1.0 (also, you). Hopefully you haven’t chosen to be your own legal counsel.
Oh, Purv/Scilla/Eileen/Anon, it’s all you. It’s always been you. Words have always been your weapon of choice. The deeper they cut, the happier you are. They’re your ‘tell’.
You created the filth that is in this fandom and now you have the nerve to play victim with me. I’m Purvsessed. I’m the troll. I’ve got a blog with no content. I’m a liar. Yet it was you, and only you who is responsible for destroying what was light and sweet in this fandom. Without you, there would have been no Camuso parroting your vendettas on Shatner’s twitter account. You are the one who conceived the idea of using screencaps to mock people. You are the one who first started trolling Sam’s adjacents. You are the one who created sources and stories and sightings with no pictures. You are the one that sends hate in the middle of the night. You are the one who creates hateful, trolling shipper accounts. You are the one who tags people with hate. You are the one who is like a dog with a bone when you troll innocent people. You are the only one who Sam was ever referring to when he said
“People have dug into the private lives of myself or loved ones or people I know. I feel that’s invasive. Pretty horrific, actually.”
All that was missing was two commas and the word “Purv” It was you he was talking about. No one else posts private information about Sam and Cait BUT YOU. And, you have the audacity to turn it around on Jess and her friends? You’ve somehow conflated his quote as a contest as to who shows Sam support? Did Sam ever mention the word “support”? Do you really think people are that fucking stupid? No one except for a handful of what pass as human beings believe the utter lunacy you’re peddling.
And, finally, you are most assuredly, without a shadow of doubt, Scilla — as in @elvis4scilla. As in the over-sexed, middle-aged, Rob Pattinson-obsessed, married with kids, mental health practitioner (Jesus take the wheel) from the suburbs of Los Angeles. You are not a single woman with one kid who used to work in the entertainment industry, who still has contacts, who went to the Oscars and has sources voluntarily coming to her because they want to gossip about their friends. Your father is not dead. You are a desperate woman who has created a fictitious personality with a fictitious life in order to indulge your deadly obsession with a man who is nearly young enough to be your son. You have stalked countless of innocent people across two different fandoms, and have gone unchecked for years. You finally went too far and stalked the wrong person. I’m not the problem. All I’m doing is shining a very bright, and long overdue light on who you really are.
You don’t know the first thing about me, that much is clear. Good. I play a long game, sister. It’s not about winning the battles for me. It’s about winning the war. Next time you sharpen your keyboard to come at me, ask yourself this. Is this really the hill you want to die on? For the sake of your kids, I really hope the answer is no.
Can I get a connection?
“I’m just tryna paint the picture for me”
Today
“Something I could give a damn about in maybe 40 years”
“And I be ready and willing and able to edit the story”
Today
“Cause there’s so many people here to be so damn lonely”
Today
“Can I get, can I get a connection?”
And she wonders why people think she is every troll. She’s not every troll. She’s just most trolls, and she is most definitely my troll.
I wonder how that worked out for Mackenzie. Anyone know? Methinks I never heard anything about it. Unless, she ran so fast we missed her. Methinks not.
“Methinks Samzie is planning some vacation time…”
Methinks she should file that under Shit That Not Even ‘Just Jared’ Would Post
Methinks Purv likes to say “methinks”. What do you think, Scilla?
Methinks she likes it, too.
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
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