And Stevie Jay and Bennie Cee broker multimillion deals and also buy their own million dollar properties, for, like, fun: kinda like this “🤝” (hahaha, get it?) but, like, with much much much much more money.
So, like: why are you so chummy with these guys, Cea?
See, ah, how that, like, works, Cea?
Don’t you understand what you look like when you give respect and priority to two literal real estate development vultures while you simultaneously shut down discourse with housing advocates who are attempting to get you to clarify your seemingly purposefully vague stances on housing?
You titter and giggle with MarketUrbanism and SoBendito right in front of all our faces. You amplify the bad guys while you try to shame and silence the good guys, the people who are literally, or perchance supposedly, on your very side.
Like, wait… is it your side?
Are you even on the side of renters and tenants, Cea? Were you ever?
Or does DSA stand for “Don’t Say Anything?”
You rebuke Zeke Luger and Doreen Mohammed for daring to speak to you. No criticism of you is ever allowed or tolerated by you: you demonstrate a repeated pattern of pretending not to understand the criticism and then dismissing the critic.
But, like, you’re the real victim, amirite?🥺😭: “pweeeeeese send hallllpppp!!!😥“
Don’t you see what you look like?
Don’t you see-a, Cea?
You need to open your eyes to Open New York or are you pretending that you do not fully know that Open New York is a real estate development lobbying initiative which pushes for harmful expensive scammy development.
Open New York is the enemy, Cea.
Stephen Jacob Smith is the enemy.
Everyone else knows this: why don’t you?
Unless you’re pretending not to know exactly what you are doing by supporting harmful yimby platforms, groups and voices, a plausible, popular yet nonetheless dystopian theory about you.
Because maybe that’s, oh I dunno, a bad look for someone who is allegedly fighting for tenant rights.
Because maybe, just maybe, all that sucking up makes you look like you’re not really fighting for tenant rights at all and that you are instead, like, fighting to protect the developer interests.
And you playing funster at my expense is Huge-Ma-level lazy: you keep revealing what your true alignments are. You are aligned with Open New York. You are aligned with Ben Carlos Thypin and Stephen Smith. You covet knowing real estate developers, landlords and their paid lobbyists while you dismiss housing advocates: it is an appalling betrayal to witness.
Mask off, scrunchie on: we, like, see you, Cea.
It is offensive for you to scoff at your own accountability: you had resented that people were onto your literal gaslighting so you then go and cry to your followers for them to soothe you and to encourage your toddle-esque whining for things to go exactly the way you want them to.
Do you not understand what you look like? Especially to the renters who need for you to be a strong, reliable leader: they see you instead as a whiney, over-privileged little white girl from Rochester who is regularly promoted by The Real Deal and evidently cares more about herself than the vulnerable people for whom she alleges to speak.
(“I can’t believe what you say because I Cea what you do” ~ James Baldwin, sorta)
Like, why did you never connect with any of the renters in Lower Manhattan who are worried about displacement? Why don’t you speak to them and learn about all the varied types of NYC housing in which they reside? Why are you so disconnected from real people in real situations and potential real crises? Are you here to learn, Cea, or to pretend that you have all the answers and that no one should ever demand accountability from you?
Did you learn anything from that infamous stumble or nah, Cea?
Because it’s evident by your tweeting, your own whining, where your priorities lie: with you and with your high comfort threshold and not with the alleged advocacy you do.
When you cry about having endured a hard time (“😤🍼😩”) after literally gaslighting a NYCHA tenants association president and being called out for it, you reconfirm that you are no ally but are rather a self-important, self-pitying, self-fawning fop.
You cry for yourself. Publicly. So you can then temper-tantrum for the narratives you want to have. You. You are about you and you alone.
You are not about broadening your own knowledge or being introspective or taking accountability. Or even just explaining yourself in a cogent, clear and understandable manner: you appear deliberately incapable of that.
I don’t believe Good Cause is any good because so many crappy people support it and cannot properly defend it, let alone properly define it. And such a bill will likely eliminate even more stabilized homes in this city, a yimby agenda you should not be supporting.
I’ve said all along that I suspect you do this all on purpose: it’s all an act and you play dumb to try to win people over (it doesn’t work: we see you) so that you can then push a destructive agenda. You then whine for people to leave you alone when you are called out for obvious agenda-pushing.
If it’s too hot in the NYC kitchen for you, Scruncherella, then get out: downzone yourself and your topknot.
This blog post, about what a suspicious, untrustworthy and purposefully obtuse figure you are in the NYC housing landscape, is only 1600 words long, SleeYa.
So cue the refrain: we see you, Cea 😐