**AITA for thinking Madison Beer’s “life coach” is just her PR team with a burner account?**
Bro, I swear to god, my algorithm is gaslighting me. So I scroll past a clip of Madison Beer crying in her Maserati about “narcissistic abuse,” and then *BOOM* the very next post is her thirst-trapping in a bikini to a song called “Selfish.” The duality of womankind, amirite? 💀
TL;DR: Celebrity enters her “healing era,” spends 6 months posting monologues about shadow work, then drops a perfume called “Trauma Bond” for $120 a bottle. And we’re all supposed to clap? She’s out here acting like she’s the prophet of the mentally ill, but her eyebrow wax is still more maintained than my will to live.
Anyway, she just announced a “listening party” for her new single at a wellness retreat. Sure, Jan. Let me know when the merch drop includes a weighted blanket and a receipt for my therapy bill. 🙄