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She’s also just…not an intelligent person, period. Her writing is bad, her critical thinking is worse, and she demonstrates alarming misunderstanding of some pretty basic elements of life. For example, she takes the fact that you have to sign consent forms before getting vaccines as “evidence” that “they” are clearly hiding something. How have you reached the age of forty-five without understanding how legal documents work

Toward the end of the book, McCarthy writes about how once her son’s gastrointestinal issues (lactose intolerance and some other stuff, don’t quite remember) were diagnosed and properly dealt with, he calmed down a lot and had an easier time processing verbal conversation. She takes this to mean that his new restricted diet “cured his autism”, and spends several pages in uninformed rhapsody about her new miracle cure.

…it’s almost like an autistic child in constant sensory distress will have a harder time conforming to neurotypical expectations! It’s almost like easing his pain gave him more mental and emotional energy to spend on communication! It’s almost like Jenny McCarthy cannot process the idea of medical interventions that make autistic people’s lives easier without slotting them into her bullshit “cure” narrative!

Like, I sincerely think this woman buys all her own bullshit and isn’t out for money or fame. As shown by her own writing, she’s absolutely dim enough to believe it.