Okdoomer's latest piece.
Yeah, this is why the first estate is called the #KayfabePanto.
Is what gets the folk in their seats yelling "Look behind you!" to the audience friend on stage.
Pantomime.
Not incompetence, but very skillful performance. They're not fools, they just play fools on stage.
They know the villain is sneaking up behind them as the audience shouts, only for that villain to hide behind a bit of set dressing when the audience friend turns to look.
All very well rehearsed.
The bleed-over of this into everyday life is directly related to and enabled by power.
The co-worker gets away with a two-hour lunch to avoid helping, because they have a schmooze-afternoon relationship with the boss.
So too, those who will wear a mask "if asked", and then only do so badly, can do because they have vested #EgoValue sanction of their favorite chariot racing team.
They're the ones on stage, shielded from disbelief by the fourth wall. What's weaponized here is the script itself.
Which is to say, such "incompetence" is always already political.
This is what it means to speak of #FrosteanBargain as fetter of autobiography.
The person who can't put a mask on correctly to save their life or anyone else's, but will play at doing so if asked, is the audience friend, well-meaning protagonist on stage, who can get by with a shrug, knowing the audience will yell all the louder, as that's in the script too.
They know they're the hero in this story: the social contract says so.
"You do you" is Eu-gen-ics.