Ambling along in a stoned or drunken state under the influence of some kind of concoction of capitalism and escapism. You spy a young lady dressed in a funny punky/hunky/spunky kinda way with a hint of granny, and you say "Lucy!" because it is she! Because she is so recognisable just from her size and colour that even in your state of euphoria she is unmissable because shes that damn gorgeous.

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.