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He knows that relationship exists. The youtuber knows they have an audience who contributes to their patreon. They're both aware of one level of social relationship and it's a transactional one even if they like the idea of their audience or he likes his owner. The parasociality is when there's a one-sided fantasy relationship built on top of that which the other side either doesn't know about or doesn't accept. Sasha knows he's Sasha but he doesn't know he's the Marshal of the Democratic People's Republic of Sashatown. That only exists for my benefit because I'm pathologically white, and his participation in it is the same as if I screenshotted that youtuber doing one thing and photoshopped them into doing something else.
Precisely. That weirdness is what we call the white race. I can tell you whether someone is white or not just by looking at them and seeing if they have a dog dressed in some sort of elaborate outfit.
Your dog knows you feed them and pick up their poop and take them to the vet. How does your dog not know how you feel about them?
He knows that relationship exists. The youtuber knows they have an audience who contributes to their patreon. They're both aware of one level of social relationship and it's a transactional one even if they like the idea of their audience or he likes his owner. The parasociality is when there's a one-sided fantasy relationship built on top of that which the other side either doesn't know about or doesn't accept. Sasha knows he's Sasha but he doesn't know he's the Marshal of the Democratic People's Republic of Sashatown. That only exists for my benefit because I'm pathologically white, and his participation in it is the same as if I screenshotted that youtuber doing one thing and photoshopped them into doing something else.
Oh I get it! You in particular are weird because most people just have dogs and think of them as dogs.
Precisely. That weirdness is what we call the white race. I can tell you whether someone is white or not just by looking at them and seeing if they have a dog dressed in some sort of elaborate outfit.
Yet again so pleased I am instead Irish