I think one of the most insane things that's happened in my personal spectacle of a lot of insane things is Sydney Sweeney "bumping into" msj in a swanky hotel and doing a fucking podcast with him where he goes on some of the longest circuitous walks answering her question.
edit PSA if you don't know what I'm talking about this isn't for you. you don't have to read further or have an opinion on what you don't understand.
And like never asking her any questions about the iconosphere or really anything else.
Idk man I'm losing my mind. It's not like I assume any beautiful and famous woman must be a dumbass, but for it to be her of all people to bump into Mike in some a list hotel and recognize his voice and know a lot about the kinds of niche subjects I happen to be interested is definitely enough high spectacle shenanigans as to have my brain constructing whole universes of bespoke conspiracy theories...
Also, if you're reading this Sid, (why not it's less insane than meeting my favourite podcaster in a swanky hotel) GO BACK ON THE POD AND FORCE THAT MENTAL MEANDERER TO HAVE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION ABOUT THE ICONOSPHERE, WHAT THE FUCK!!
but fr I'm sure her manager will be furious with her for risking her status as saviour of the white race, if indeed it's not all some insane pynchonesque ploy to transition from the dying magasphere now that he has lost the mandate of heaven...
SHITS CRAZY.