t is here, in sharp relief, that we see the full, absurdist flowering of the grievance culture: Just when you think people have run out of things to complain about, they start complaining about their own privilege. Even better, through some serious mental jujitsu, they manage to then convert that privilege into oppression. “Ugh, I’m so heinous, Tracy,” the old-school pretty-girl technique goes. “Do I look fat in this dress?” Tracy, of course, knows exactly what to say. Today, however, instead of fishing for compliments, people fish for sympathy—or, even better, the holy grail of victimhood status.

Unfortunately, it’s not just naïve college students getting in on the act—and “harassment” is getting a rather broad definition. Charlotte Proudman, a British lawyer, recently publicly shamed a fellow lawyer—a 57-year-old partner at Brown Rudnick—for complimenting her “stunning” picture on LinkedIn. Calling the admiring comments “unacceptable and misogynistic,” she has contacted the hapless attorney’s firm, the BBC reports, to complain, “and will also be referring the issue to the Solicitors Regulation Authority.”

The cult of victimhood has been growing for a while now, but it’s still a bit startling to see the pretty girl version, which, when you think about it, is pretty much the ultimate in cultural appropriation. “Ugh, I’m so, so pretty. It’s unbearable how I glisten in a sea of dull. I could make the Laker Girl squad by just showing up to tryouts—I wouldn’t even need legs to dance on! I could make the cut for ‘Dancing with the Stars’ tied up like Harry Houdini, but much more attractive, of course, and with better skin, and magnificent, bouncing bosoms! Everyone would stare at my fantastic self! Ugh, stop looking, people! Isn’t life the WORST?”