Originally posted by Badger

A pasty, moderately overweight sixteen year old girl named Becky (although on MySpace she prefers to go by "WinterRaven") switches on the brand new Apple Mac that her grandmother Eileen gave her as a reward for passing her driving test. While she waits for her desktop to load, she places a Tokyo Hotel vinyl into her record player and sips on a gluten-free beverage bought from an independent rival of Starbucks. She signs into Twitter and types in various social issue buzzwords into the search bar, such as "sexist" "problematic" "Iggy" and "appropriation". The results page lists various passive aggressive tweets directed at YouTubers who were less than careful with their words. Becky notices in the trending section that America rapper Nicki Minaj is apparently feuding with Taylor Swift. Her mind races with the potential problematic situations that could be unfolding between the two artists. Her heartrate increases and her brow, underarms and stomach begin to sweat.
She feels conflicted, as Taylor Swift is currently the favourite of Tumblr, for her strong feminist stance, but Nicki Minaj is a black female, which forces Becky to consider the fact that the latter might be being oppressed by the former.

She scrolls through the endless tweets encapsulating Minaj's fury and the viewpoints of those agreeing and disagreeing with her. Becky puts down the family size bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and thinks hard - who does she support?
She then snaps out of it, and laughs while slapping her thighs (which jiggle continuously beneath her skin-tight jeans). "It's so simple!" She chortles. Why is she forming her own opinion when the right thing to do is agree with whatever her online Justice 4 POC/WOC/Non-Binary/GenderFluid/Anti-Cis/Plantkin brethren are currently tweeting. She sees that various users with names such as "FreeWoman" "SocialFighterAngel" and "AnthonyMaraj" are visciously slating Ms Swift, referring to her as a hypocritical fake feminist, an entitled privileged racist, and a bloodsucking mayonnaise stick insect.

Becky flexes her pudgy fingers and gets to work. Tweet after tweet is @ed to Taylor, denouncing her problematic ways and praising the complaints of Minaj. She begins obsessively retweeting anything negative about Swift, regardless of its accuracy or relevance.

A message appears on the screen, asking Becky to wait before continuing to tweet. Becky chubbily snarls "But how will Taylor Swift know what she's done wrong if I don't tweet her?!" She yelps. "This computer is just perpetuating white privileged culture!"
She began formulating a letter of complaint in her mind to send to Steve Jobs, failing to remember that the man is long dead.

Becky's parents hear their daughter's anger, and timidly knock on her bedroom door. "Becky sweetie could you try to keep it down? The McGillians are over."
Becky snaps her head round as fast as her thick neck will let her. "What have I told you about entering my room! Your continual exertion of superiority over me is disgusting!" She waddles over towards them and slams the door in their faces, causing a poster of a skinny transvestite Caucasian teenage boy biting a stiletto to fall to the ground. Becky turns up her record player, now playing Lizzy Grant b-sides, and resumes throwing darts at a picture of Zayn Maik with the word "TRAITOR" scrawled across it.

Originally posted by Badger

A pasty, moderately overweight sixteen year old girl named Becky (although on MySpace she prefers to go by "WinterRaven") switches on the brand new Apple Mac that her grandmother Eileen gave her as a reward for passing her driving test. While she waits for her desktop to load, she places a Tokyo Hotel vinyl into her record player and sips on a gluten-free beverage bought from an independent rival of Starbucks. She signs into Twitter and types in various social issue buzzwords into the search bar, such as "sexist" "problematic" "Iggy" and "appropriation". The results page lists various passive aggressive tweets directed at YouTubers who were less than careful with their words. Becky notices in the trending section that America rapper Nicki Minaj is apparently feuding with Taylor Swift. Her mind races with the potential problematic situations that could be unfolding between the two artists. Her heartrate increases and her brow, underarms and stomach begin to sweat.
She feels conflicted, as Taylor Swift is currently the favourite of Tumblr, for her strong feminist stance, but Nicki Minaj is a black female, which forces Becky to consider the fact that the latter might be being oppressed by the former.

She scrolls through the endless tweets encapsulating Minaj's fury and the viewpoints of those agreeing and disagreeing with her. Becky puts down the family size bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and thinks hard - who does she support?
She then snaps out of it, and laughs while slapping her thighs (which jiggle continuously beneath her skin-tight jeans). "It's so simple!" She chortles. Why is she forming her own opinion when the right thing to do is agree with whatever her online Justice 4 POC/WOC/Non-Binary/GenderFluid/Anti-Cis/Plantkin brethren are currently tweeting. She sees that various users with names such as "FreeWoman" "SocialFighterAngel" and "AnthonyMaraj" are visciously slating Ms Swift, referring to her as a hypocritical fake feminist, an entitled privileged racist, and a bloodsucking mayonnaise stick insect.

Becky flexes her pudgy fingers and gets to work. Tweet after tweet is @ed to Taylor, denouncing her problematic ways and praising the complaints of Minaj. She begins obsessively retweeting anything negative about Swift, regardless of its accuracy or relevance.

A message appears on the screen, asking Becky to wait before continuing to tweet. Becky chubbily snarls "But how will Taylor Swift know what she's done wrong if I don't tweet her?!" She yelps. "This computer is just perpetuating white privileged culture!"
She began formulating a letter of complaint in her mind to send to Steve Jobs, failing to remember that the man is long dead.

Becky's parents hear their daughter's anger, and timidly knock on her bedroom door. "Becky sweetie could you try to keep it down? The McGillians are over."
Becky snaps her head round as fast as her thick neck will let her. "What have I told you about entering my room! Your continual exertion of superiority over me is disgusting!" She waddles over towards them and slams the door in their faces, causing a poster of a skinny transvestite Caucasian teenage boy biting a stiletto to fall to the ground. Becky turns up her record player, now playing Lizzy Grant b-sides, and resumes throwing darts at a picture of Zayn Malik with the word "TRAITOR" scrawled across it.

Originally posted by X/O/X/O

Originally posted by Badger

A pasty, moderately overweight sixteen year old girl named Becky (although on MySpace she prefers to go by "WinterRaven") switches on the brand new Apple Mac that her grandmother Eileen gave her as a reward for passing her driving test. While she waits for her desktop to load, she places a Tokyo Hotel vinyl into her record player and sips on a gluten-free beverage bought from an independent rival of Starbucks. She signs into Twitter and types in various social issue buzzwords into the search bar, such as "sexist" "problematic" "Iggy" and "appropriation". The results page lists various passive aggressive tweets directed at YouTubers who were less than careful with their words. Becky notices in the trending section that America rapper Nicki Minaj is apparently feuding with Taylor Swift. Her mind races with the potential problematic situations that could be unfolding between the two artists. Her heartrate increases and her brow, underarms and stomach begin to sweat.
She feels conflicted, as Taylor Swift is currently the favourite of Tumblr, for her strong feminist stance, but Nicki Minaj is a black female, which forces Becky to consider the fact that the latter might be being oppressed by the former.

She scrolls through the endless tweets encapsulating Minaj's fury and the viewpoints of those agreeing and disagreeing with her. Becky puts down the family size bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and thinks hard - who does she support?
She then snaps out of it, and laughs while slapping her thighs (which jiggle continuously beneath her skin-tight jeans). "It's so simple!" She chortles. Why is she forming her own opinion when the right thing to do is agree with whatever her online Justice 4 POC/WOC/Non-Binary/GenderFluid/Anti-Cis/Plantkin brethren are currently tweeting. She sees that various users with names such as "FreeWoman" "SocialFighterAngel" and "AnthonyMaraj" are visciously slating Ms Swift, referring to her as a hypocritical fake feminist, an entitled privileged racist, and a bloodsucking mayonnaise stick insect.

Becky flexes her pudgy fingers and gets to work. Tweet after tweet is @ed to Taylor, denouncing her problematic ways and praising the complaints of Minaj. She begins obsessively retweeting anything negative about Swift, regardless of its accuracy or relevance.

A message appears on the screen, asking Becky to wait before continuing to tweet. Becky chubbily snarls "But how will Taylor Swift know what she's done wrong if I don't tweet her?!" She yelps. "This computer is just perpetuating white privileged culture!"
She began formulating a letter of complaint in her mind to send to Steve Jobs, failing to remember that the man is long dead.

Becky's parents hear their daughter's anger, and timidly knock on her bedroom door. "Becky sweetie could you try to keep it down? The McGillians are over."
Becky snaps her head round as fast as her thick neck will let her. "What have I told you about entering my room! Your continual exertion of superiority over me is disgusting!" She waddles over towards them and slams the door in their faces, causing a poster of a skinny transvestite Caucasian teenage boy biting a stiletto to fall to the ground. Becky turns up her record player, now playing Lizzy Grant b-sides, and resumes throwing darts at a picture of Zayn Malik with the word "TRAITOR" scrawled across it.

Originally posted by Badger

A pasty, moderately overweight sixteen year old girl named Becky (although on MySpace she prefers to go by "WinterRaven") switches on the brand new Apple Mac that her grandmother Eileen gave her as a reward for passing her driving test. While she waits for her desktop to load, she places a Tokyo Hotel vinyl into her record player and sips on a gluten-free beverage bought from an independent rival of Starbucks. She signs into Twitter and types in various social issue buzzwords into the search bar, such as "sexist" "problematic" "Iggy" and "appropriation". The results page lists various passive aggressive tweets directed at YouTubers who were less than careful with their words. Becky notices in the trending section that America rapper Nicki Minaj is apparently feuding with Taylor Swift. Her mind races with the potential problematic situations that could be unfolding between the two artists. Her heartrate increases and her brow, underarms and stomach begin to sweat.
She feels conflicted, as Taylor Swift is currently the favourite of Tumblr, for her strong feminist stance, but Nicki Minaj is a black female, which forces Becky to consider the fact that the latter might be being oppressed by the former.

She scrolls through the endless tweets encapsulating Minaj's fury and the viewpoints of those agreeing and disagreeing with her. Becky puts down the family size bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and thinks hard - who does she support?
She then snaps out of it, and laughs while slapping her thighs (which jiggle continuously beneath her skin-tight jeans). "It's so simple!" She chortles. Why is she forming her own opinion when the right thing to do is agree with whatever her online Justice 4 POC/WOC/Non-Binary/GenderFluid/Anti-Cis/Plantkin brethren are currently tweeting. She sees that various users with names such as "FreeWoman" "SocialFighterAngel" and "AnthonyMaraj" are visciously slating Ms Swift, referring to her as a hypocritical fake feminist, an entitled privileged racist, and a bloodsucking mayonnaise stick insect.

Becky flexes her pudgy fingers and gets to work. Tweet after tweet is @ed to Taylor, denouncing her problematic ways and praising the complaints of Minaj. She begins obsessively retweeting anything negative about Swift, regardless of its accuracy or relevance.

A message appears on the screen, asking Becky to wait before continuing to tweet. Becky chubbily snarls "But how will Taylor Swift know what she's done wrong if I don't tweet her?!" She yelps. "This computer is just perpetuating white privileged culture!"
She began formulating a letter of complaint in her mind to send to Steve Jobs, failing to remember that the man is long dead.

Becky's parents hear their daughter's anger, and timidly knock on her bedroom door. "Becky sweetie could you try to keep it down? The McGillians are over."
Becky snaps her head round as fast as her thick neck will let her. "What have I told you about entering my room! Your continual exertion of superiority over me is disgusting!" She waddles over towards them and slams the door in their faces, causing a poster of a skinny transvestite Caucasian teenage boy biting a stiletto to fall to the ground. Becky turns up her record player, now playing Lizzy Grant b-sides, and resumes throwing darts at a picture of Zayn Malik with the word "TRAITOR" scrawled across it.

Originally posted by TheEdgeOfGaga

If Nicki released Marilyn Monroe like she said she would and made a video for it, she would have won the VMA for VOTY tbh.

Originally posted by Nicole

Can you link the source? Is there a picture of Becky?