https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Srq9AeFPrc
PushingUpRoses is maybe my least favourite person of all time. She’s so awful that I can’t even review her shit. It’s too infuriating for me. But this is a video where she doesn’t talk so maybe I can handle it.
Oh my god. This video is without commentary but she starts the video by saying that a video of this sketchbook WITH commentary is on her Patreon.
Go fuck yourself. Get a fucking job, you hobo. What do I care about your inane, self-obsessed commentary?
So she’s drawing like aliens who are yelling. You know, those grey aliens with the big eyes and big heads and little bodies. I did this shit when I was like 14.
0:30 – Here’s a drawing of a crying woman. Shows what a tortured artist she is.
0:45 – Some fictitious female Star Trek character, I think.
Then a close up of a crying eyeball.
1:00 – More weird aliens.
1:15 – A rabbit and a picture of Bob Ross that she pasted into this book. She didn’t create that picture, she just pasted it into the book for whatever crazy artistic reasons.
Then a drawing of a bald woman. Maybe these weren’t even aliens before. Maybe they’re all just bald women.
She also makes comments in the sketchbook about how her art isn’t very good.
I guess it’s true. It’s probably better than I can do but if I practiced, I could probably become as a good as PushingUpRoses. It’s just, you know, I stopped drawing when I was like 15, as most people do.
I used to really like drawing, as most kids do. I wasn’t particularly good but I was okay.
But then I had a couple of shitty art teachers who really soured me on the whole thing. I had three, actually, now that I think of it.
In 9th grade, there was just some fucking pretentious douchebag who once had a job animating commercials for a well known breakfast cereal and because of that, he really thought highly of himself. That’s fine. We’re all happy that you got that dream art gig twenty years ago but that doesn’t mean that you have to talk down to a class of 14 year olds.
I don’t know. He was just an asshole. On one of my report cards or something he wrote, “Has to at least TRY”. I don’t even know what the problem was. Did I do all of the assignments? Probably not but I can’t remember anything in particular. I had other stuff going on. Art class was a low priority for me. He should have been more encouraging. He just made sarcastic comments. Fuck him.
Then in the tenth grade, I had a different art teacher. He just kept insisting that I wasn’t good at art and I don’t know why. He hadn’t even seen anything that I did. I wasn’t really doing any of the assignments. I didn’t give a fuck. But it wasn’t because of a lack of talent. He was a shitty teacher.
So we have to do a fucking caricature. This was easy. I can do this. The other shit we were doing was a lot of shitty sculptures and papier mache and whatnot. Fuck that. I don’t want to carve the milk carton block bullshit. But drawing a caricature? I can do that.
I’m excited. I’m going to do this shit. But before we even start, he comes over and draws me a caricature of Bruce Lee. Then he says that he wants me to trace it. And that will be my work. Tracing his drawing.
So whatever. He does the drawing, it’s great, whatever. But I feel like a fucking idiot now. I don’t want to trace his fucking drawing like I’m in kindergarten.
So I do my own work. I do a caricature of Leonard Nimoy as Spock. It’s not bad. I spent a lot of time on it. I coloured everything in. Whatever.
I turn it in, he takes one look at it, says, “Okay” and marks whatever grade in his book. That’s it.
Then in the 11th grade I had another art teacher. It was some woman who kept coming on to me. Making weird sexual comments. Well, whatever. At least she’s the right gender.
But again, she kept insisting that I’m not good at art. I ended up getting a “D” in her class and I dropped the class after that. I took fucking geography or whatever to replace it. Just a normal class.
Actually, all of these teachers gave me “D”s or similar. It’s crazy. Art is supposed to be the easiest fucking class available. That’s why I kept taking the classes.
The teachers were right. Compared to the other students, I wasn’t very good at art. Most of the other students were really into it and they drew a lot in their spare time and they considered themselves to be artsy people.
But I enjoyed drawing and it was of reasonable quality. I made like comic strips and shit like this. I also made like shit with construction paper like South Park but this was before South Park. Just like a picture of whatever using construction paper. I recreated book covers using construction paper, for example.
But these teachers just kept talking about how shit I am at art. I mean, okay, I’m not as good as this hemp smoking guy over here but how about a little encouragement? Help me reach my potential.
Well, they’re all dead now. Actually, I don’t know but they’re at least all retired now.
Back to PushingUpRoses and her…art.
More bald alien women…
1:45 – A weird house.
2;00 – Hot air balloons. This one is okay. See? This is what I’m talking about with the encouragement.
Then another house and a weird eyeball thing.
2:15 – Ghost woman.
2:30 – Severed head.
Then a blue woman and some flowers.
2:45 – A house and some weird woman with beads or something coming out of the top of her head.
How much more of this is there? Five minutes? Oh fuck. No. I think that I hit my limit.
I’ve skimmed the rest. It’s a lot of buildings and bald alien women and hot air balloons.
So that’s that. What can I say? If she enjoys drawing, good for her. She’s not going to make a living out of this.
Oh wait. But she is. Kind of. She sells her “abstract” paintings. To horny losers and militant “feminists”.
She’s shown her “creative process” before. She just mixes the paint, pours it on the canvas, and spins the canvas around. It’s like something you would do in kindergarten. People are buying this shit.
Her Twitter is all about how depressed she is. And her therapist. I haven’t seen the word “meds” yet but I’m sure if I look hard enough, I’ll find it.
https://twitter.com/PushinUpRoses/status/1377158351050579974
“I’m depressed. Really depressed. Feel like giving up.”
Then 350 replies from horny losers giving her virtual “hugs”.
If you’re depressed, I’m sympathetic. Talk to somebody about it. Not Twitter.
https://twitter.com/PushinUpRoses/status/1377416179858345984
“My therapist convinced me to take a day off – total self care day. Ate well, put a mask on my face and eyes, and now I am treating myself to BoTW, where I proceeded to get stuck in a giant mechanical camel for an hour. *twitch*”
What’s BoTW? Oh. Some Zelda game. How silly of me not to know every acronym.
Well, that was money well spent. Her therapist convinced her to do a little “self-love”. As opposed to what? This is all she does. She’s extremely self-absorbed as these people who boast about depression on the internet tend to be. Almost always women, by the way.
What about solving the problem? Wouldn’t that be an idea? Get a job. That would solve a lot. You’d be out, making money, feeling good about yourself. Maybe that’s a crazy idea. Maybe you’re better off wallowing in self-pity with your army of horny loser “fans” on the internet giving you virtual hugs.
I mean, that’s depressing. What kind of life is that? I totally understand why she would be depressed.
Take somebody like Erin, for example. We can really use any of these gamer grrls but Erin is the funniest. Similar situation.
You wake up every day and you make videos for a handful of horny losers like Shishi and Marcus and Jose and whoever else. Day after day. These shitty videos for these mentally challenged, horny losers.
Anybody would get depressed by that. And you see how these gamer grrls manage this depression. They take periodic “mental health breaks”. Retro Ali does it, Pelvic Gamer does it, Bobdunga does it, and Erin probably does it but she just doesn’t announce it as such.
But the problem is still there. These breaks don’t solve anything. You’re still making $200/month with these shitty videos for mentally challenged horny losers.
The solution is to get a job and stop making these horrible videos. That solves the problem. It’s not challenging stuff.
But these gamer grrls are just so “addicted” to the “fame”, I guess. “Wow, some autistic guy is jerking off to my Castlevania video. This is awesome.”
Is it really?