Manhattan pharma heiress says her mom had to hire $300-a-day DEPROGRAMMER to help her unlearn crazed woke views after she was brainwashed while attending elite Mount Holyoke college - The Daily Mail Online
People would always ask me, what do you do with a joint degree in basketweaving and ‘ethnic’-is-a-construct studies? And I’d have to tell them, nothing! Nothing at all. I’d graduated in 2008, in the recession, and did not work one single day after (or before).
I spent my days as what I would have called a Western hikikomori, that is if I didn’t know it was problematic for the thought to even cross my mind. My parents slid me whatever the food of the moment was—farm-to-table, açai bowls, Alison Roman’s chickpea stew, pandemic sourdough—under a gap in the door to my childhood bedroom.
I couldn’t code. I didn’t know how to writhe around shirtless, covered in mud, in one of those manual labor jobs where that’s expected. What were my options?
I didn’t have sex, because millennials don’t do things like that. Too fraught, too many germs, housing affordability being what it is, plus today’s streaming services are top-notch.
I spent my days telling people online that they were wrong—that they had unchecked privilege, that they undertipped, that they’d surely never worked in food service themselves, that they probably only had white friends, that they wouldn’t know how to weave a basket if their life depended on it.
But I also watched YouTube and scrolled Reddit. It was there that I encountered the Intellectual Dark Web. It turned out that everything I thought I knew was false. One day I was woke, then I swerved away from wokeness and became anti-woke. Equally insufferable but in the other direction. I took the pronouns out of my bio and threw them into a bonfire.
I was at this point still in the basement I mean the bedroom, whatever. But then someone posted a job to the listserve of graduates of my basketweaving program at Mount Holyoke College. Did anyone want a job deprogramming an heiress, for $300 a day? No experience necessary, it said. I cobbled together a resume composed of big anti-woke accounts that had replied favorably to my posts. I got the gig.