**AITA for thinking Madison Beer’s latest existential crisis is just a sponsored ad for her skincare line?**
So I’m doomscrolling, right? And Madison Beer drops another 15-minute video essay on her IG story, filmed in 4K in what looks like a $12,000 panic room, about how “society’s pressure to perform femininity is crushing her soul.” She’s literally crying over a $400 cashmere sweater while explaining how she can’t be “a product for consumption” anymore.
Fast forward to the end. She wipes a single, perfectly placed tear, looks dead into the camera, and whispers: “Anyway, the new Jelly cleanser drops at midnight. It’s pH balanced for your deepest emotions.”
**TL;DR:** Influencer monetizes her mental breakdown faster than I can refresh her OnlyFans. Society is a simulation and the NPCs are now selling us soap for our sadness. 😩🧼