Or…Chainsaw Man. Ah, Chainsaw Man. The outlier in the world of manga with its departure from typical shonen tropes.
Know someone like that in the 'Bling Era'? Clue: When you're doomscrolling, you are scrolling him, partly
Figured it out. Probably but I will tell you anyways. MF Doom is the one, the Chainsaw Man of the Bling Era and speaking of MF Doom, he's the only doomscrolling that I will allow in my world. MF Doomscrolling it will be and unlike the current doomscrolling of the modern age that leads to negative effects like poor mental health and increased anxiety (among other things and they are there), MF Doomscrolling will actually be positive and…filling? Mm…Food? Food for thought at least, if nothing else, and while on food for thought, clams for thots. That's all the food they need. Do you need some food? Is there some food you like specifically? Are you a fan of OnlyFans?
I am a fan. I am fantastic. I am fantastical. I am fantastically sigh-fi. Sigh. Fiction. A new genre. A long, deep fiction expressing sadness, relief and tiredness. A new genre. Had me sweating bullets but I did not kick that bucket. Encouraged me to buy the farm but I bought aura from the aura farms instead (third best decision I made in the year of our lord 2025). Invited me to hang out but I was out of rope. Told me to bite the big one but I was too much of a small fry to attempt it. Hurried me to cash in my chips but I ate the chips instead (kind of chilly). Ordered me to check out but the hotel I was in was not so bad so I refused, at least for a few more days. Then some more. More to the point, I'm still in the hotel. Hot el. Hot El. Burning Hotel is the name. I have not checked out, at least in my mentals.
Physically, though, I am in a one room apartment. That's where I was when Twenty Twenty-Six began. As for how I celebrated the first day of Twenty Twenty-Six, the New Year's Day, I wore the New Yeezy's I bought on New Year's Eve, called my parents to wish them a New Year's Day (and did not tell them about the Yeezy's because why the f**k should I?) and watched 100 Meters. Released in 2025, this anime movie (Directed by Kenji Iwaisawa and based on the original manga by Uoto) was to me, a 10/10 and stellar, a 5-star rating starting from the cover itself and unironically, ending with it as well. Well, the cover is of two athletes in red and blue which reminded me of Whole Lotta Red (by Playboi Carti) and Kind of Blue (by Miles Davis) in passing but when I was done watching the movie, I sunk deep into thinking about this.
One athlete versus another. One in red versus one in blue. Whole Lotta Red versus Kind of Blue. Which one won?
None, just like the movie. Or rather, I never got to find out which one wins which was part of the fun because in its lack of conclusion, of a winner, I can make a winner for myself depending on who is aesthetically pleasing to me or the athlete which I identified with or the personality which I preferred or maybe even because of I liked one colour over another or a myriad of other reasons which might be trivial or important. I love that the choice was given to me, something that unfortunately, modernity does not. Specifically, the gender wars of gen Z
[Crash-out incoming🚨]
The war whose racing track is gender norms and the two racers/athletes are the two views. That war has a winner and lo and behold, it is red. Whole Lotta Red. The modern album. The modern woman. Feminists AKA Ragers in the stand celebrate. Celebrate the defeat of traditional masculinity. The old album. Kind of Blue lost. Whole Lotta Red won and just like Whole Lotta Red, love is a whole lotta red too which led me to question what love is, sinking deeper into thought.
Upon resurfacing, choking on water and coughing it up at the same time, I had my answer. An emoji.
What is Love? A ❤️ emoji.
What is a ❤️? 💀 & 🤖 emoji
What is 💀 & 🤖? The Very Pulse of the Machine.
What is The Very Pulse of the Machine? A woman.
What is a woman? ❤️, 💀 & 🤖.
That is a woman. The modern woman. The modern woman is love, death and robots. The modern woman loves herself. The modern woman is the death of the modern man. The modern man robots herself to feminism. Yeah, the modern woman constantly performs man-hate to please Feminism, whatever that is.
Is that all? It is all I should say but since I am already in the frying pan of comment hate, I might as well jump into the fire too. 2 statements then I'm burnt. Two like
One: Woman be like → Where are all the good men? Where is my good man? Men be like → He's less than a man. Your feminism shrunk him to a mandrake and you wonder why he is all toxic and not good. Such a dumb b***h.
Two: Women be like → What happened to chivalry? Where are the knights in shining armour? Men be like → Took off that armour, replaced it with a plot armour and went to find our story, our peace so piss the f**k off, disrespectfully.
[Crash-out done]