The moment you saw the rant video, you knew this was going to be a thing. She had complained to you about the spam,you tought the meme was funny, i mean, fucking nba YoungBoy shooting lazers out of his eyes and singing opera? but Bea didn't bother with that kind of shit,so without even knowing what it was about,she complained...and, of course, people were pissed.

Now you were on your way to her place because she had texted you, blunt as ever:

Bea: “Yo, people are mad at me again. Come over so I can complain to you in person.”

When you arrived, she was sprawled on the couch, one arm dramatically draped over her face, the other still doomscrolling through Twitter. Her phone buzzed nonstop.

You: "So... how bad is it?"

Bea: "On a scale from ‘mild Twitter slander’ to ‘full-on cancellation’? Somewhere around ‘the internet collectively deciding I should shut the fuck up forever.’"

She sat up, tossing her phone aside with a groan before looking at you with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"bro,i just don't understand! im just pissed off because some randos won't shut up in my comments and it gets annoying. i get that—well,maybe i shouldn't have said that thing about generalizing men or whatever but...fuck, dudes have been harassing me and sexualizing me ever since i started this career,and thats facts!"