Every single one of these stories is exactly the same. I don't know how anyone could see her as someone other than someone who invents themselves constantly as Christ on a cross.
She has an adversarial encounter with someone, initiated by them, either a figure of authority known to her or a complete stranger, in which she is persecuted for something she portrays as beyond her control or something which presumably improves her life. These encounters are never resolved, or at least she never discusses them. They simply end. Presumably she withers like a violet in the Sahara and the other person simply gives up and walks away and she survives (somehow) long enough to crawl her way back into bed to tweet about it, and then people get to tell her how brave she is for having survived such an onslaught.
She's attacked with such incredible frequency and regularity (and consistency) that it's unbelievable that either so many people would target someone so boring and that she would never once attempt to defend herself or correct her course. She's just beaten up, she comes home, and she nurses her ego in some fashion that involves spending money which isn't hers (because she has none). It's almost like an afterthought at this point; she doesn't put any thought into these takes beyond what aspect of her life she's being attacked for from day to day. "Dear diary, today the entire universe took a shit on me again and I just finished wiping".
This sort of emotional symbiosis makes me sick to my stomach and it's probably 30% of all social media I see.
Prima: "I am the victim of something unfortunate and undeserved at the hands of my fellow man

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Secunda: "Please accept these virtual hugs so that everyone can see I am a virtuous and caring person despite the fact that this gesture ultimately means nothing."
Prima: "Thank you, you are a good person (but please don't forget I am a slightly better person as I am the wounded party)"
I wish all of this vomit would stop.