A friend of mine, on some stupid frat dare in college, once put a lit cigarette in the crook of his elbow and then flexed his arm. He said it was the worst pain of his life and he still has the burn scars. So, this makes me wonder. Former Smallville actress and, more recently, alleged sex cult co-leader Allison Mack gleefully admits that branding her sex slaves was her idea. Did this crazy brand herself? That shit’s gotta hurt. No matter how much you want to be in a sex cult and owned or whatever, you shouldn’t let someone brand your flesh with a white-hot iron unless the gal holding it has had it done to her as well. In an interview with The New York Times Magazine (via Page Six), Allison explains that the branding of NXIVM’s alleged sex slaves was a way for them to “conquer their fears.” No thanks, staying scared of burning metal being pressed to my body is a legit fear and a form of self-care.
Allison and her guru Keith Raniere reportedly ran sex cult NXIVM, with her acting as the procurer of young women for him to enslave with his dark-sided polyamorous mojo under the guise of some jacked-up business lady empowerment bullshit. Allison and Keith are set to go on trial on federal conspiracy and human-trafficking charges in October. Allison says that making the girls get tattoos wasn’t hardcore enough for them. Honestly, this chick played like a nerdy Superman friend on some corny TV show and then she ended up branding human flesh for horny jollies. “Bizarre” doesn’t cover this.
“I was like: ‘Y’all, a tattoo?’” Mack told reporter Vanessa Grigoriadis, speaking from her apartment in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, for a Nxivm profile running Sunday.
“People get drunk and tattooed on their ankle ‘BFF,’ or a tramp stamp,” said Mack, who played Clark Kent’s buddy on the long-running WB series. “I have two tattoos, and they mean nothing.”
The cult used a cauterizing pen (*wince*) to brand the women with a symbol that was a combination of Mack and Rainere’s initials. Apparently, it was just a light-hearted garden party despite the agony and smell of…well, you can imagine.
“Some of them kidded around through it,” the article says.
“Even if they cried when they were getting the brand; even if they wore surgical masks to help them with breathing in the smell of burning flesh . . . they were still able to transcend the fear and cry out to one another: “Badass warrior bitches! Let’s get strong together.”
Unfortunately, “strong” and “dumb” can coexist in the same space sometimes. Allison and Keith (who admits to being “polyamorous” but denies running a cult) are each facing 15 years in prison. If she does go down the river, she better not complain if some of her new prison friends want to give her one of those homemade jailhouse tattoos. No one likes a hypocrite.