On December 7th, the ninth annual Game Awards passed me by without ceremony. It was the first time in five years that I had not watched the event live.I assure you, reader, that I had every intention to watch it. Much though I bemoaned the event in my last year’s article about it, I admittedly teased a sequel, and had every intention of making good upon said implication.

Louane Morin reviews Celine Sciamma's debut film Water Lilies, from the failures of second wave feminism to the cruelty of political lesbianism.

As I freeze half to death in the little basement plastered with charcoal drawings of nude men and women I call home, I prepare an article that will answer the question on the lips of all the six year olds I deem fascists for even asking “mom, why does that lady look like that?” That’s right, dear reader, this article is the final answer, the ultimate and absolute truth about why fat transgender sluts exist, and why we “look like that”.