This is a picture from today of "Dear Evan Hansen" ads on the sides of public buses in an MBTA parking lot:
As I have said before, the caption written on the cast of the arm of the person in the picture is "#You Will Be Found." For years, the conglomerate has tormented me with its jeering campaign of telling the world to look for the illegally filmed videos of me on whatever sordid websites have published them online. The entertainment industry could not be more hypocritical or disgusting about this issue. People who hack celebrity email or phones and who distribute or threaten to distribute celebrity nude pictures are quickly apprehended, sued and prosecuted. I have never even consented to having such images filmed of me, nor do I have the financial resources to stop the disgusting abuse which the same people who make public statements about their rights have mirthfully and even self-righteously inflicted on me and EVERYONE AROUND ME FOR YEARS.
The MBTA has been complicit in taking advertising money to promote crime. President Trump's election did not stop this type of harassment, which began while Barack Obama was President. There are years of my online documentation of similar, and worse, advertising. I am somewhat calloused now, and the issue is not as prevalent as it was before Me Too gained prominence. However, it was frequently emotionally debilitating to be surrounded by threatening advertising everywhere I turned for years. It is also a major test of my faith in people that I have been specifically, deliberately, self-righteously excluded from what ought to be the intelligent conclusion of everyone who knows what has happened since 2010. Nobody could deserve how I've been treated, or how I'm continuing to be treated, nor is there any plausible excuse for the criminal victimization of everyone else violated by the proliferation of voyeurism and involuntary pornography. The exclusion of these issues from the latest feminist attempts at equality has made all of the abusers feel absolved of responsibility; they are as vicious as ever, and it seems even to be worsening as time passes and my desperate requests for help continue to be ignored or even laughed at.
As I have said since 2010, the opinions of evil and/or ignorant people can't hurt my feelings or damage my self esteem. The laughter is an indication of how much the abusers enjoy their illicit power and have no thought of stopping their crimes. That's why their amusement is distressing. A fly which is having its wings torn off by smirking children isn't preoccupied by how its tormenters feel about it.
Also over the last few days:
-a car with a California license plate, 7LKC708, parked next to the Pine Street Inn
-a music video showing a woman with short, blonde hair spraying her hair from a bottle. The conglomerate has ridiculed me for my thinning hair (and my teeth, and my spider veins, and my aging skin, and my less-than-gravitationally-defying breasts, and my perversely thick body hair, and many other physical flaws) for years. I have finally started to follow conventional wisdom about hair care and no longer wash my hair every day in the shower. I use dry shampoo at night, when I'm in the bathroom at the Pine Street Inn women's shelter. I think the blonde woman in the new music video is a reference to me, which means that there are hidden and illegal cameras criminally victimizing everyone at that shelter. I have tried, several times, to tell the Pine Street Inn administration that the shelter needs to be investigated for hidden, illegal cameras. Because I am homeless, the administration has assumed that I am paranoid and has done nothing.
-a music video for another song, whose lyrics seem to be taken from my hacked phone
How many millions of dollars has the conglomerate made from its years of using me and its abuses of me as "inspiration," while its persecution of me has forced me to live in abject, degraded poverty?
