Nervous Breakdown: I'm Playing The World's Smallest Violin For West Wilson
Exploring the temporary Bravo sweetheart's zipline from grace!
Is there anything worse than the sound of a grown man whining because of the consequences of his own actions? West Wilson's current era on Summer House was surely designed by the universe to make sure we never find out. I didn't think West could do anything more annoying than his signature fawn freeze when he gets called out on camera, not unlike a cow waiting to be tipped by mischievous Amish kids. But the B-Z list celebrity interviewer (his words!) has managed to sophomore slump his way into remarkable audacity.
West has graduated from being a deer in headlights, seemingly obtuse to why Ciara would be so pissed off at him telling NYT he just wasn't that into her, to his newest, possibly truest form: indignant as hell. Turns out West wasn't silent, he was silenced by Ciara having the guts to tell him that he and his haircut ain't shit (note: this was actually a huge display of grace given she did not bring up that he dresses like he can only select pieces from Blake Lively's imaginary twin gay son and thot daughter's joint wardrobe with a claw machine).
But after several episodes of biting his tongue, West sings his heart out about how howwibly meanie pants Ciara is post-breakup. I wanted to grab the world's smallest violin during his convo with Amanda after the pirate party. Then I realized the song was already written for the 2001 musical romp JOSIE AND THE PUSSY CATS. West is apparently waking up in the Hamptons with the band's Pretend To Be Nice ringing in his ears, a message he bizarrely believes should resonate after he played her like he was Yo-Yo Ma on national television.
West is a whiner I've seen many times before. That one who wishes we could all be cool again, like we were before that thing happened, even if that thing was a product of their own doing, because it's so much better to not be better. (Note: I love bitter things, like kimchi and dark chocolate.)
I can agree there wasn't Love lost between West and Ciara, a point he implies time and again. They were just dating! “It didn't fucking, that fucking happens!” West nearly stomps his little feeties when he tells Amanda that he can deal with Ciara "telling herself" that he used her to accept the truth (that he moved on). But can't she just stop telling his friends that, too, he begs, all because Jesse told West that Ciara wasn’t interested in becoming buddies rn.
What people without enough discomfort endurance to keep calm and carry on after a fallout (try growing up with three siblings; you'll learn) fail to understand is that their sense of validation is their problem and theirs alone. Ciara doesn't have to make it nice (and nor would Dorinda) for the sake of the group or his ego, which is what seems to be most at stake here. West explains that he can't stand being perceived as the villain, not because it pains him to think Ciara would believe he never cared about her, but because it makes him look bad, and he knows he's not a bad guy.
We, the thick-skinned grudge holders who stand on business, might not like you — but that doesn't equate to calling you an immoral Sandoval-esque succubi. In fact, Ciara never said West was irredeemably awful (her exact words were "beta ass" "fucking loser" lolz). Her words were not Meghan Markle-approved dinner conversation, but hey, maybe the thin-skinned squirmers of the world could learn to walk a bit further away from the wild side if they don't want to find themselves in uncomfortable kitchens they can't stand the heat of?
West is sooo close to getting the point when he acknowledges Ciara does believe that he was using her for Bravo clout (a well-documented sentiment she's not alone in clocking). But he insists because he doesn't agree that her feelings are at worst invalid or at best not worth mentioning again. On top of that, he apparently wants a pat on the back for being "polite" and "civil" when I guess being a dick to add insult to injury was an option he considered. It's childish, entitled, and painfully naive boy math to expect points for doing the right thing. Not to mention, according to Ciara, if he hadn't kept publicly yapping after their post-reunion meet up, they probably would've been cool enough to make out this summer (yes, this is where my defense of Bed Bug #2 comes to an abrupt end).
West seems to operate under the pretense that if he wifed Ciara, all would be forgiven by the fans. But dumping her was never the problem. His lack of accountability for the ways he led her on along the way is what turned women all the way off. And now this boohooing about how hard it's been to have to sit in the dog house instead of the magical land where he, Ciara, and Jesse (who is, FWIW, his silent opp when it comes to Ciara) remained the three musketeers is so delusional it's kinda infuriating. The situation should be adapted into an anecdotal sentence on Merriam-Webster for having your cake and eating it, too.
To all the whiners, male and female, who need to hear it: a woman you pissed off doesn't owe you a soft landing place after you pushed her over the edge. Just be happy she's giving you the cold shoulder instead of shoulder-checking you into next week (because Overstimulated does not encourage violence, peace, love, allegedly, allegedly, bye!).