Part 7/9:
The documentary depicted me in a seriously produced narrative, yet there I was, reduced to an analysis soundbite that read: “It’s so bad that it might be good.” To make matters worse, I was shown lamenting Razzlecon’s cringe factor, stating she should be incarcerated purely on the basis of being “unbearably cringe.”
It’s equal parts tragic and comedic that this was my Netflix introduction.