How AI-Brained Are You, Actually?
ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini... can't tell if you should ask AI or just text a friend? Six levels of AI dependence — from full analog to full cyborg.

Would skin Dalmatians for art, no hesitation. Flashy and outrageous are the minimum. Boring is an actual moral failing. The half-black half-white hair and the dramatic coat are not a look—they're a manifesto. This isn't obsession; it's aesthetic conviction at the highest level. Before influencer was a job title, Cruella was already the blueprint. The darkness removed? World-class creator DNA is what's left.
Every single day needs to be an event. Someone who'll hit clubs and festivals on a Tuesday—that's the compatibility test. Quiet evenings are not the vibe; they're a punishment. The energy you bring transforms any space into a party, and the right partner lights up in it.
Attention is the currency and you run a surplus. Fashion instincts are extraordinary; corporate structure is a creative death trap. Launching your own brand is the only move. The feed is already a trend forecast—bad reviews become brand identity. A reputation for chaos is still a reputation. And it works.
New drops cannot be ignored. The credit card debt is significant but the closet is a source of genuine joy. That taste—the instinct to spot what's exceptional—converts into creative income. Knowing what to buy first is knowing where the market is going. That's an edge.