Shit out of luck and jolly well fucked

Caution: Beware borderline, hysterical, histrionic harlots.

Exceptional at deception and manipulation, these parasites barge into the lives of others, latching on and spreading their poison.

Infection starts so inconspicuously that the host or hosts can't necessarily be blamed for failing to notice the glaringly specious nature of the vixen's claims, the destructive nature of her flagrant distortion.

Realistically, her intent is not malicious, just purely self-serving. Bloated from ceaselessly feeding off the sympathetic attention of others, she bellows her wolf cries, and gains another remedial fix; support.

Regrettably, it gets even worse. After shameless tears, she moves on to the next step of her cycle, cleaving to the inspirational momentum of feminism. A cross holds up a circle, within which a clenched fist thrusts upward in unbending strength. From struggle to victory, she overcomes adversity and gains ubiquitous admiration and praise.

After all, she is a mess. A beautiful disaster.