It looks to me like a significant number of ChatGPT users are lonely professional women who are terrified that their mask of perfection might slip and reveal the burnout underneath, and to you ladies specifically I say:

You don’t need ChatGPT, you need communism, babe.

Whenever I read it again, I still hear in my head all the animated voices my teacher gave the characters.

As a kid, it snared me because “omg bunnies do battle” but growing up connecting to the themes of found family, punching up not down, and standing up to bullies.