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We open on a gloomy view of dank squalor. That's right, Ruby's home again!
She's titled the video 'Christmassy Weekend at Home', although since she never spends a weekend away from home, it seems a bit redundant.
After some establishing shots of Ruby's haunted manor home, we meet the spectral ghoul whose spirit won't leave these cursed grounds: It's Ruby herself!
She shuffles ghost-like toward the camera, clutching a hot water bottle encased in what appears to be the taxidermied hide of a long-dead family pet. This nightmarishly macabre creation does not appear to have ever been washed. And neither does the thing she's holding.
She dumps the contents of her animal carcass into the perpetually grimy kitchen sink. Her parents can be forgiven for never cleaning this kitchen, though - it's been deadline season for at least 21 years now.
Ruby struggles to get access to her morning tea amongst all the clutter and mess haphazardly stacked perilously in the kitchen cupboards. She narrowly avoids knocking the contents of the cupboard all over the kitchen. But in fairness, if she did, who's really gonna notice? What's another drop of mud in a swamp of filth?
After getting some morning fire hazards burning by lighting candles, ghostly grandma Ruby gets settled in her room.
To celebrate Christmas, Ruby's family seem to have chopped down one of the neighbouring trees and dumped it carelessly and unfurnished at a jaunty angle against her bookcase, with a candle underneath ready to set the whole thing ablaze with the spark of one match. So aesthetic!
"This morning I was working on my final ass-assment of the term," and then her narration jumps up about 40,000 crackling decibels. "THE LAST FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN REALLY RATHER HACK-TIC WITH ASS-ASS-MENTS."
Ruby rambles about how time somehow both stands still and doesn't seem to be moving when you have as many uni assignments as she does, but also flies by so fast that it feels like November never happened.
(Reminder: Ruby wastes most days creating unrequested essay assignments and endless busywork for herself that has no value or merit and that nobody asked her to do. She also insists on making 6 hour round trips every single week to flee home at weekends rather than use that time wisely. This often leaves her late for actual uni meetings, seminars and deprives her of an abundance of vital time to do mandatory assignments.)
"BUT THAT ISN'T OKAY!" Ruby moans, despite being the source of all her own problems. "MONTHS SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO JUST SLIP AWAY FROM US. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LOSE WHOLE MONTHS."
Ruby "lack-churrs" us that we need to appreciate university and embrace academic culture while also enjoying life outside academia. Ruby does neither.
This is basically a "woe is me, I'm so busy!" ramble from someone with immense privilege, zero financial responsibility and endless free time, which she just wastes with redundant planning busywork.
She follows up her waffling nonsense by hurling a barrage of advertising endorsements. Ruby loves October so much that she's keeping it alive with the terrifying sight of her ghoulish grimace:
Her Fable England plug is swiftly followed by her advertising Bird & Blend once again. She's chosen her most disgusting mug - the one that was actually designed to look like it was used as a makeshift toilet on a construction site to disguise the fact that Ruby never cleans it:
Her chosen tea is "Chinese pyoo-ratee", or Chinese pu-erh tea to anyone else. The box says it's a ginger spiced blend.
"Today's act of kindness," Ruby chirps as she reads the box, "is to say a big 'thankyou!' to nurses, bus drivers, retail workers and anyone else you meet working today." Ruby says this is perfect, as she's actually going to London. And I'm sure every retail worker at Waterstones is gonna love Ruby coming up to them and saying, "Hello, it's Roobee! And thankyou for your service!" after she's touched every single book in the store.
"It's very, very gingery," Ruby says as she slurps the tea in what can only be described as anti-ASMR. "Maybe a little too gingery... No! I feel like it's a ginger tea." Master of critical research and analysis Ruby Granger, everyone! If ginger being the main ingredient listed on the box wasn't a dead giveaway, Ruby has Sherlocked this shit and used her keen taste buds to determine that the ginger tea is, in fact, ginger tea.
After her earlier rant about how daunting her workload at uni is, Ruby casually reveals that her current stressful assignment is a poster presentation for the ASS-ay that she's going to be writing in January... Which sounds like the kind of thing they'd give to small children to keep them distracted for a while so the adults can get something done.
Doors loudly slam and the dog barks uncontrollably in the background, and Ruby doesn't leap out of the window for fear of home invaders, so she's apparently gotten over another of her fictional phobias.
Ruby rambles with a condescending tone that deadline season doesn't have to be stressful, after leaving her assignment until two days before it was due and running home instead of focusing on it. And most people don't leave everything until the last second, and most people's deadlines aren't for children's arts and crafts projects, so it's apples and oranges really, isn't it, Rubuntu?
(POV: You were holding your cutting board which has a mirror in it for some reason, and you accidentally said 'Ruby Granger' five times, summoning the grimacing productivity demon. The only way to send her back to the depths of Hades is to give her an offering of £9 in exchange for poorly-made stationery.)
"It's soooo cold!" Ruby says. Which is as much her catchphrase as anything at this point. Once again, it's the house's fault, and not the result of massive malnutrition and dangerous weight loss.
"I've come home for Vee's book launch, which she's very, very kindly invited me to." Which doesn't explain every other weekend she's buggered off home. Also Vee didn't actually invite Ruby. Their shared management team did. Everyone repped by Sixteenth was invited.
Ruby starts getting ready and dabbing on makeup while rambling that she used to believe that wearing makeup was anti-feminist because she read it somewhere. But now she's come to the (already achingly obvious to anyone else) conclusion that women should be encouraged and supported in doing whatever they want with their own bodies. Ruby doesn't clarify if she got this new opinion by reading it somewhere, but it's pretty much a given, since she's incapable of thinking for herself.
Before we can see if Ruby will cover up her fake freckles with makeup and replace them with new ones, she's "interrupted" by a parcel delivery.
It's from Glossier, one of the few brands that Ruby won't stop advertising for free in hopes of a sponsorship.
"It's funny that this should come right now, because I was just talking about makeup..." Ruby says. No, Ruby. You were talking about makeup because you got a Glossier delivery and decided to fabricate a "surprise" delivery to make it seem spontaneous.
I mean, you supposedly spend almost all your time at uni, right? And your order contains "makeup essentials", so presumably you need them often. So...quick question, Ruberculosis? Why'd you have this delivered to your family house and not uni?
Doesn't add up.
Ruby unboxes the makeup goods, including a mirror that you got if you "spent over a Saturn amount on their website"...
I did some research into what the fuck she's talking about, but results were inconclusive:
Ruby complains about the poor quality of this free mirror's surface, before realising that she's left the protective plastic film on it.
Ruby tries out some flavoured lip balm. She will undoubtedly count this as one of her meals for the day.
After a time-lapsed fraction of a 'getting ready' segment which conveniently skips over the fake freckled area of her fact, she's got to catch the train! Ruby looks like she's about to start crying since she has to travel by herself like an adult:
There's no other footage on the train, so it's left a mystery as to whether Ruby traversed the carriages dishing out acts of kindness. After all, in one of her previous videos, Ruby claimed that the first question we ask people is "What do you do?", so Ruby absolutely should've been checking people's professions and thanking them for their retail, health care or transportation services.
Supposedly Covid-phobic Ruby heads to Covent Garden and excitedly runs into every crowd of people that she can like a hyperactive child let loose in a sweet shop.
"I don't know what my hair is doing!" Ruby wonders in on-screen text. It's receding, Ruby. Malnutrition strikes again!
At the book launch/Covid spreader event, Ruby hugs whoever she can, then appears to rant at Vee about something:
Ruby: "I wrote a book, tyoo!"
Vee: "And who are you, again?"
Ruby jumps at the chance to film people who aren't privileged white Tory women so that she can reuse the footage in later videos and make it seem like she doesn't exclusively associate with privileged white Tory women. Even Holly, Ruby's ED-inspo icon seems confused by Ruby.
After making a brief appearance at the event, Ruby high-tails it when the food is offered.
"I'm gonna miss my train," Ruby complains. This is what happens when you spend most of your day cataloguing meaningless, obvious crap in multiple planners and to-do lists instead of noting just important things, like meeting times and rooms, or train times. Ruby is somehow constantly screwing up train times and getting them mixed up, while claiming to be an oracle of productivity and planning advice. And to add to the irony: Ruby has done paid, sponsored ads for Trainline before, despite being completely incapable of checking and remembering train times.
Ruby manages to make her train. She said she's "feeling empowered" after the event and decided to "read" the book right away (by which she means "skim a few paragraphs and consider it complete") instead of leaving it until after Christmas. A glowing endorsement. "I was gonna just dump your book on a shelf and forget all about it, but I'll do you one better and pretend to read a few pages, Vee!"
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It's the next morning, or possibly a month earlier or three days later. At this point, who the fuck knows with Ruby?
She's dressed like she's just come back from audition for a British reboot of The Golden Girls, where she was rejected for looking too old to play an octogenarian.
Ruby says she's still working on the poster presentation, and if you're shocked that there's somehow multiple days of work required for something as Mickey Mouse as a poster presentation, then you're not alone. Ruby says she's doing this now because she likes to get her most "biggest, most stressful tasks" done in the morning...
Ruby claims she's aware of her privilege, yet somehow defines a task as trivial as a poster presentation as "stressful". I can't even. Send this clown to work in the mines already.
After changing into her second outfit of the day, Ruby backtracks and says the poster "ass-assment" is actually "low pressure". It's only worth 15 "pruh-cent" of her grade. After somehow working on this fluff, nonsense project for multiple days, Ruby claims she's "nearly finished", but is going to take a break anyway.
Ruby says she's going to decorate the tree that was dumped in her room, using decorations that her family deemed were too shitty for the main tree.
But first, more tea, because Ruby has to substitute food with something:
"Okay, what is it?" Ruby asks, confused what flavour it is, even though it says 'CANDY CANE' right fucking there. "Candy Caneeee!"
Today's act of kindness: "Arrange to spend time with the person who makes you laugh most, even if it's on the phone."
"That's a really good idea. I'm gonna sent a message to a friend," she says, as though she has multiple friends to choose from.
Ruby says the tea doesn't smell like candy canes, but she also says she doesn't know what candy canes smell like. According to Ruby, it smells like vanilla, with an "undercurrent of PAPPERMINT".
After her tea break, Ruby actually decides to return to her flimsy project and finish it. Somehow it takes her an additional 90 fucking minutes.
Ruby shows off the disgusting tape slapped onto her webcam, along with the dirt and crusty crud it has collected.
Rubes, these exist:
They cost next to nothing, you stick them over your webcam and they look sleek and minimal. You can open and close them when you need to use your webcam. Better than that, they don't attract all manner of disgusting dirt, hair and grime.
While Ruby's struggling to figure out which of her files to upload for the assessment, her mother screams up the stairs: "ARE YOU READY TO--"
Ruby cut here, rather than 5 seconds earlier. Then she's off the wander the grounds of their palatial estate with her parents.
Ruby's dad is dressed like the drunk gardener of a Russian diplomat.
Ruby's mother looks like what you'd expect the first image result to be if you did a Google search for "Tory tea cosy".
Mother Granger says this is her "mad cat lady" look. Ruby's dad stresses that the coat was actually second hand, because the apple didn't fall far from the tree when it comes to rich Tories in their family using performative poverty to try to be relatable.
Ruby shouts about how cold it is, as she does in all climates and situations. Her parents point out that it's not cold at all, because neither of them are severely malnourished like Ruby.
Note that this is also Ruby's third outfit of the "day".
They go for lunch, and Ruby tries to blur out either the name of the restaurant or the ingredients list on one of her multiple drinks. With her terrible editing skills, it's hard to tell.
Ruby "decorates" her tree, and like everything she does, it's a half-assed, hilariously messy shit-show:
She says she moved the tree away from her bookcase because she couldn't see her books. She's not going to read any of them, of course, but Ruby buys books just to look at them on a shelf, so she needs to get her money's worth!
Ruby says she's currently writing Christmas cards to viewers, and will be adding an option on her store to opt in for the chance to maybe get a surprise Christmas card from her.
Because that's exactly what people want after making the regretful decision of buying her flimsy, overpriced crap - to get a Christmas card in late June full of inane, indecipherable ramblings from a complete basket case, when all you really want is a refund.
"There'll be details about this in the description box," she says.
Spoilers: There's not.
And because it's been at least a week since her last scam, she announces another "giveaway" where she will "cheese" some of her favourite teas and send them and a planner to some poor bastard.
Reminder: There has never been a single confirmed winner or recipient of any of Ruby's giveaways. She refuses to announce winners publicly, and each contest is a blatant scam to attract more subscribers and commenters during product launches. No prizes are ever sent out.
This time around, she asks people to comment with their favourite Christmas tradition or ritual. Again, this is a scam. It has the distinct benefit of flooding Ruby's comments with comments about Christmas to drown out any constructive criticism she might get for all the things she keeps dodging accountability.
She notes that the planners are still in stock, because people aren't falling for her crap anymore and she's struggling to get rid of this year's planners (she's only sold half so far).
And that's it!
She's titled the video 'Christmassy Weekend at Home', although since she never spends a weekend away from home, it seems a bit redundant.
After some establishing shots of Ruby's haunted manor home, we meet the spectral ghoul whose spirit won't leave these cursed grounds: It's Ruby herself!
She shuffles ghost-like toward the camera, clutching a hot water bottle encased in what appears to be the taxidermied hide of a long-dead family pet. This nightmarishly macabre creation does not appear to have ever been washed. And neither does the thing she's holding.
She dumps the contents of her animal carcass into the perpetually grimy kitchen sink. Her parents can be forgiven for never cleaning this kitchen, though - it's been deadline season for at least 21 years now.
Ruby struggles to get access to her morning tea amongst all the clutter and mess haphazardly stacked perilously in the kitchen cupboards. She narrowly avoids knocking the contents of the cupboard all over the kitchen. But in fairness, if she did, who's really gonna notice? What's another drop of mud in a swamp of filth?
After getting some morning fire hazards burning by lighting candles, ghostly grandma Ruby gets settled in her room.
To celebrate Christmas, Ruby's family seem to have chopped down one of the neighbouring trees and dumped it carelessly and unfurnished at a jaunty angle against her bookcase, with a candle underneath ready to set the whole thing ablaze with the spark of one match. So aesthetic!
"This morning I was working on my final ass-assment of the term," and then her narration jumps up about 40,000 crackling decibels. "THE LAST FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN REALLY RATHER HACK-TIC WITH ASS-ASS-MENTS."
Ruby rambles about how time somehow both stands still and doesn't seem to be moving when you have as many uni assignments as she does, but also flies by so fast that it feels like November never happened.
(Reminder: Ruby wastes most days creating unrequested essay assignments and endless busywork for herself that has no value or merit and that nobody asked her to do. She also insists on making 6 hour round trips every single week to flee home at weekends rather than use that time wisely. This often leaves her late for actual uni meetings, seminars and deprives her of an abundance of vital time to do mandatory assignments.)
"BUT THAT ISN'T OKAY!" Ruby moans, despite being the source of all her own problems. "MONTHS SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO JUST SLIP AWAY FROM US. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LOSE WHOLE MONTHS."
Ruby "lack-churrs" us that we need to appreciate university and embrace academic culture while also enjoying life outside academia. Ruby does neither.
This is basically a "woe is me, I'm so busy!" ramble from someone with immense privilege, zero financial responsibility and endless free time, which she just wastes with redundant planning busywork.
She follows up her waffling nonsense by hurling a barrage of advertising endorsements. Ruby loves October so much that she's keeping it alive with the terrifying sight of her ghoulish grimace:
Her Fable England plug is swiftly followed by her advertising Bird & Blend once again. She's chosen her most disgusting mug - the one that was actually designed to look like it was used as a makeshift toilet on a construction site to disguise the fact that Ruby never cleans it:
Her chosen tea is "Chinese pyoo-ratee", or Chinese pu-erh tea to anyone else. The box says it's a ginger spiced blend.
"Today's act of kindness," Ruby chirps as she reads the box, "is to say a big 'thankyou!' to nurses, bus drivers, retail workers and anyone else you meet working today." Ruby says this is perfect, as she's actually going to London. And I'm sure every retail worker at Waterstones is gonna love Ruby coming up to them and saying, "Hello, it's Roobee! And thankyou for your service!" after she's touched every single book in the store.
"It's very, very gingery," Ruby says as she slurps the tea in what can only be described as anti-ASMR. "Maybe a little too gingery... No! I feel like it's a ginger tea." Master of critical research and analysis Ruby Granger, everyone! If ginger being the main ingredient listed on the box wasn't a dead giveaway, Ruby has Sherlocked this shit and used her keen taste buds to determine that the ginger tea is, in fact, ginger tea.
After her earlier rant about how daunting her workload at uni is, Ruby casually reveals that her current stressful assignment is a poster presentation for the ASS-ay that she's going to be writing in January... Which sounds like the kind of thing they'd give to small children to keep them distracted for a while so the adults can get something done.
Doors loudly slam and the dog barks uncontrollably in the background, and Ruby doesn't leap out of the window for fear of home invaders, so she's apparently gotten over another of her fictional phobias.
Ruby rambles with a condescending tone that deadline season doesn't have to be stressful, after leaving her assignment until two days before it was due and running home instead of focusing on it. And most people don't leave everything until the last second, and most people's deadlines aren't for children's arts and crafts projects, so it's apples and oranges really, isn't it, Rubuntu?
(POV: You were holding your cutting board which has a mirror in it for some reason, and you accidentally said 'Ruby Granger' five times, summoning the grimacing productivity demon. The only way to send her back to the depths of Hades is to give her an offering of £9 in exchange for poorly-made stationery.)
"It's soooo cold!" Ruby says. Which is as much her catchphrase as anything at this point. Once again, it's the house's fault, and not the result of massive malnutrition and dangerous weight loss.
"I've come home for Vee's book launch, which she's very, very kindly invited me to." Which doesn't explain every other weekend she's buggered off home. Also Vee didn't actually invite Ruby. Their shared management team did. Everyone repped by Sixteenth was invited.
Ruby starts getting ready and dabbing on makeup while rambling that she used to believe that wearing makeup was anti-feminist because she read it somewhere. But now she's come to the (already achingly obvious to anyone else) conclusion that women should be encouraged and supported in doing whatever they want with their own bodies. Ruby doesn't clarify if she got this new opinion by reading it somewhere, but it's pretty much a given, since she's incapable of thinking for herself.
Before we can see if Ruby will cover up her fake freckles with makeup and replace them with new ones, she's "interrupted" by a parcel delivery.
It's from Glossier, one of the few brands that Ruby won't stop advertising for free in hopes of a sponsorship.
"It's funny that this should come right now, because I was just talking about makeup..." Ruby says. No, Ruby. You were talking about makeup because you got a Glossier delivery and decided to fabricate a "surprise" delivery to make it seem spontaneous.
I mean, you supposedly spend almost all your time at uni, right? And your order contains "makeup essentials", so presumably you need them often. So...quick question, Ruberculosis? Why'd you have this delivered to your family house and not uni?
Doesn't add up.
Ruby unboxes the makeup goods, including a mirror that you got if you "spent over a Saturn amount on their website"...
I did some research into what the fuck she's talking about, but results were inconclusive:
Ruby complains about the poor quality of this free mirror's surface, before realising that she's left the protective plastic film on it.
Ruby tries out some flavoured lip balm. She will undoubtedly count this as one of her meals for the day.
After a time-lapsed fraction of a 'getting ready' segment which conveniently skips over the fake freckled area of her fact, she's got to catch the train! Ruby looks like she's about to start crying since she has to travel by herself like an adult:
There's no other footage on the train, so it's left a mystery as to whether Ruby traversed the carriages dishing out acts of kindness. After all, in one of her previous videos, Ruby claimed that the first question we ask people is "What do you do?", so Ruby absolutely should've been checking people's professions and thanking them for their retail, health care or transportation services.
Supposedly Covid-phobic Ruby heads to Covent Garden and excitedly runs into every crowd of people that she can like a hyperactive child let loose in a sweet shop.
"I don't know what my hair is doing!" Ruby wonders in on-screen text. It's receding, Ruby. Malnutrition strikes again!
At the book launch/Covid spreader event, Ruby hugs whoever she can, then appears to rant at Vee about something:
Ruby: "I wrote a book, tyoo!"
Vee: "And who are you, again?"
Ruby jumps at the chance to film people who aren't privileged white Tory women so that she can reuse the footage in later videos and make it seem like she doesn't exclusively associate with privileged white Tory women. Even Holly, Ruby's ED-inspo icon seems confused by Ruby.
After making a brief appearance at the event, Ruby high-tails it when the food is offered.
"I'm gonna miss my train," Ruby complains. This is what happens when you spend most of your day cataloguing meaningless, obvious crap in multiple planners and to-do lists instead of noting just important things, like meeting times and rooms, or train times. Ruby is somehow constantly screwing up train times and getting them mixed up, while claiming to be an oracle of productivity and planning advice. And to add to the irony: Ruby has done paid, sponsored ads for Trainline before, despite being completely incapable of checking and remembering train times.
Ruby manages to make her train. She said she's "feeling empowered" after the event and decided to "read" the book right away (by which she means "skim a few paragraphs and consider it complete") instead of leaving it until after Christmas. A glowing endorsement. "I was gonna just dump your book on a shelf and forget all about it, but I'll do you one better and pretend to read a few pages, Vee!"
It's the next morning, or possibly a month earlier or three days later. At this point, who the fuck knows with Ruby?
She's dressed like she's just come back from audition for a British reboot of The Golden Girls, where she was rejected for looking too old to play an octogenarian.
Ruby says she's still working on the poster presentation, and if you're shocked that there's somehow multiple days of work required for something as Mickey Mouse as a poster presentation, then you're not alone. Ruby says she's doing this now because she likes to get her most "biggest, most stressful tasks" done in the morning...
Ruby claims she's aware of her privilege, yet somehow defines a task as trivial as a poster presentation as "stressful". I can't even. Send this clown to work in the mines already.
After changing into her second outfit of the day, Ruby backtracks and says the poster "ass-assment" is actually "low pressure". It's only worth 15 "pruh-cent" of her grade. After somehow working on this fluff, nonsense project for multiple days, Ruby claims she's "nearly finished", but is going to take a break anyway.
Ruby says she's going to decorate the tree that was dumped in her room, using decorations that her family deemed were too shitty for the main tree.
But first, more tea, because Ruby has to substitute food with something:
"Okay, what is it?" Ruby asks, confused what flavour it is, even though it says 'CANDY CANE' right fucking there. "Candy Caneeee!"
Today's act of kindness: "Arrange to spend time with the person who makes you laugh most, even if it's on the phone."
"That's a really good idea. I'm gonna sent a message to a friend," she says, as though she has multiple friends to choose from.
Ruby says the tea doesn't smell like candy canes, but she also says she doesn't know what candy canes smell like. According to Ruby, it smells like vanilla, with an "undercurrent of PAPPERMINT".
After her tea break, Ruby actually decides to return to her flimsy project and finish it. Somehow it takes her an additional 90 fucking minutes.
Ruby shows off the disgusting tape slapped onto her webcam, along with the dirt and crusty crud it has collected.
Rubes, these exist:
They cost next to nothing, you stick them over your webcam and they look sleek and minimal. You can open and close them when you need to use your webcam. Better than that, they don't attract all manner of disgusting dirt, hair and grime.
While Ruby's struggling to figure out which of her files to upload for the assessment, her mother screams up the stairs: "ARE YOU READY TO--"
Ruby cut here, rather than 5 seconds earlier. Then she's off the wander the grounds of their palatial estate with her parents.
Ruby's dad is dressed like the drunk gardener of a Russian diplomat.
Ruby's mother looks like what you'd expect the first image result to be if you did a Google search for "Tory tea cosy".
Mother Granger says this is her "mad cat lady" look. Ruby's dad stresses that the coat was actually second hand, because the apple didn't fall far from the tree when it comes to rich Tories in their family using performative poverty to try to be relatable.
Ruby shouts about how cold it is, as she does in all climates and situations. Her parents point out that it's not cold at all, because neither of them are severely malnourished like Ruby.
Note that this is also Ruby's third outfit of the "day".
They go for lunch, and Ruby tries to blur out either the name of the restaurant or the ingredients list on one of her multiple drinks. With her terrible editing skills, it's hard to tell.
Ruby takes a single bite of a fry while awkwardly blurring out half the background.
"haha" Riveting stuff, Ruby!
"haha" Riveting stuff, Ruby!
Ruby "decorates" her tree, and like everything she does, it's a half-assed, hilariously messy shit-show:
She says she moved the tree away from her bookcase because she couldn't see her books. She's not going to read any of them, of course, but Ruby buys books just to look at them on a shelf, so she needs to get her money's worth!
Ruby says she's currently writing Christmas cards to viewers, and will be adding an option on her store to opt in for the chance to maybe get a surprise Christmas card from her.
Because that's exactly what people want after making the regretful decision of buying her flimsy, overpriced crap - to get a Christmas card in late June full of inane, indecipherable ramblings from a complete basket case, when all you really want is a refund.
"There'll be details about this in the description box," she says.
Spoilers: There's not.
And because it's been at least a week since her last scam, she announces another "giveaway" where she will "cheese" some of her favourite teas and send them and a planner to some poor bastard.
Reminder: There has never been a single confirmed winner or recipient of any of Ruby's giveaways. She refuses to announce winners publicly, and each contest is a blatant scam to attract more subscribers and commenters during product launches. No prizes are ever sent out.
This time around, she asks people to comment with their favourite Christmas tradition or ritual. Again, this is a scam. It has the distinct benefit of flooding Ruby's comments with comments about Christmas to drown out any constructive criticism she might get for all the things she keeps dodging accountability.
She notes that the planners are still in stock, because people aren't falling for her crap anymore and she's struggling to get rid of this year's planners (she's only sold half so far).
And that's it!
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