As plenipotentiary arbiter, duly invested by the Council of White Middle Class Westerners, I declare her anathema and excommunicado. She is stricken from the records and rolls. She has no claims to the ceremonies and trappings; she shall enjoy neither Pumpkin Spiced Latte nor Murder Documentaries. She is cast from the sight of Taylor Swift, and shunned by Olive Garden. Feel no pity, for she has brought this upon herself.