You know how you can collect rubber bands over time, wrapping them around each other, and eventually you have a great big ball on your desk to play with?
Justin Roiland wasn't just the voice actor for Rick, Morty, and various other roles, he was the co-creator, writer, and executive producer of the show alongside Dan Harmon. The whole thing is very much Roiland's baby, and even after it came out that he's an abuser and predator and the show fired him it continues to be his celebrated legacy.
I initially found that show a bit interesting, but I found myself feeling more and more cringey about what the show was churning out. I outgrew the whole thing just as the sauce thing was happening
It later became well known what an actual piece of shit Justin Roiland is, and I felt pretty glad not to have been stuck in that fandom still feeling like his work was of any importance to me.
Being "mentally much younger" is not an excuse to be an asshole. I've personally known five and six year olds who understand quite well that some people love and marry people the same gender as themselves, and also accept being corrected on whether someone is "he," "she," or even "they."
Bigotry isn't natural, it's learned behavior you can accept and reinforce through your responses to her, attempt to correct, or simply judge her by and decide whether or not to continue involving her in your life.
(If Ella isn't capable of matching the mental age of a toddler, the help she needs is probably beyond your ability or responsibility to provide.)
I'm curious what anyone who truly believes in those horoscopes thinks is going on. Do they assume the Skippy and Dippy Morning Show crew have a licensed fortune teller casting star charts and meditating in a back room somewhere while the rest of the guys are giving away concert tickets and making prank phone calls to celebrities?
They tried running Linux on their ENIAC, but someone accidentally tipped over one of the crates of punch cards which has unfortunately set the project back a few months.
If someone gets drunk and calls me a slur, I'm going to believe that even when they're sober and acting polite they're inwardly thinking that slur about me. That is enough to make them someone I'm not going to be inclined to trust.
You know how you can collect rubber bands over time, wrapping them around each other, and eventually you have a great big ball on your desk to play with?