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I was in two minds about sharing this and possibly it could be interpreted as me showing off my troll boner
SH messaged me yesterday on IG. I sloppily didn't crop a screenshot I shared here so I assume that's how she/someone identified the account as mine, by matching the avatar to my account. I won't post the screenshot of her message (I have shared it with some here and this verbatim).

Get help, (my first name). There’s something deeply the matter with you. You don’t respect my opinion at all and I don’t want you to. But please believe the psychological experts who’ve read all your activity on Tattle and know your behaviour to be deeply disordered and messed up. In the meantime, please stop opening new accounts to follow me. You hate me. That’s fine. So why hang on to my every word and move in order to make yourself angry and bilious, and why sneak back over to attempt to impress others with your bile? It’s so creepy and messed up. And why do you need to keep doing something that causes another human and their family genuine pain? Do you need me, a stranger, to feel how you feel inside? Again, see someone about that. Because you’re in a real mess.

Unfortunately, SH didn't include any info about how I can access said help, perhaps she thinks us normals can access psychologists via the NHS at the drop of a hat not realising you have to be pretty much a risk to yourself/others to even see a psychiatrist these days, at least in the area I live.

Would be interested to know if her "psychological experts" recommend contacting broken trolls directly to insult them implying they're...what? Is she saying I'm mentally ill? Well, I know that, Sali, I’ve got a diagnosis and everything. But it can't be that, SH has always been very adamant that "her trolls" are *not* mentally ill. So what then, what should I be seeking help for? Is it my morals that are being impugned here? Not sure what help is available for that
Anyway, I'm fine and don't want attention seek about it at all. Equally I do think it's highly irresponsible to send messages like that to people. As I've said many times on here I'm bipolar, I was in the midst of a pronounced bipolar manic episode 3 weeks ago. I could have been in the.depths of depression and already suicidal on receiving that message. SH often says - and it's true - that we don't know about large parts of her life or truly "know" her from what she does share. And the same is true of us - SH, her psychological experts and those reading here on her behalf don't know everything about us from our posts here.

Okay so might get blocked from GTL and following on IG. I am the Autistic woman who posted in her group. Most of us state exactly what we see and can't avoid being unfiltered. We literally learn to lie by interacting with neurotypicals who often bullshit. We lack that skill and therefore often say what we think and as an earlier poster mentioned we are often worth listening to as our thoughts are simply honest not rude (while to neurotypicals it comes across as exactly that - rude ) My thoughts after the interaction were there are millions of autistic women and men most of us are blunt, direct etc most of us love social media as it is easier than interacting face to face. Sali didn't know I was autistic but surely everyone not just influencers needs to learn to accept those that are different from themselves. I didn't even mean brassy blonde in a rude way. I actually think it looks nice but from the photo isn't grey. Sali - if you are reading - you can't always get nice comments believe me anyone who is autistic knows this, no environment works like that and if all you want is praise then get off social media - it is a tough environment to hang out in - also educate yourself on neurodiversity it is very common.

The Art of Getting Dressed.

Getting dressed, I find, although seemingly a daily morning chore, a burden that we must shoulder and push through, ever onwards towards breakfast, work, rest and play, can - despite appearances - become a comforting routine; a reassuring, familiar convention to welcome the dawn of day. After shedding one's pyjamas (I paid), I recommend purchasing a round, wicker, hollowed out unit - a bin if you will - to store soiled clothes. Simply transfer this laundry 'bin' to the washing machine when full, and launder as often as required or desired. Once you have chosen your outfit, lay these out in front of you. This will make picking up the garments and distinguishing underwear from t-shirts, skirts from cardigans and so on and so forth, elementary. I find that sitting (window seat, bed, chair, rocking horse all work fine) before gently elongating the leg, looping the knicker hole (ensure it is one of the two smaller holes - these are for legs leaving one large hole for the torso) over the outstretched foot. Repeat for the other foot before a smooth glide upto the abdomen. Ensure that both buttocks are covered for a more comfortable, streamlined fit under trousers. Place your other clothes on your body with care and don't forget finishing touches like buttons, zips or manual ties. Once you have this mastered, it will become less a morning chore, and rather a daily dose of soothing familiarity that will both revitalise and invigorate you to face the day ahead.

To the aspiring writer who posted about the poor quality of Sali's journalism. This is what brings me here to the viper's nest also. I suppose I am an ex Sali groupie. I consumed a lot of Sali stuff and started noticing some of her career's "advice" regarding journalism was extremely dodgy and parts of her story just didn't add up. I noticed her column was becoming infuriatingly dull week-on-week. I attended one of her events where a young woman asked about how to get into journalism. Her answer involved relating her own backstory as a teenage runaway who was "always going to be a journalist" and getting a job at Loaded magazine because she tidied the accessories cupboard while the male staff were out for a boozy lunch. It was then I realised Sali was actually not a journalist. She is somebody born in a particularly lucky era where you could turn up at the doors of a media company and get a job. Her "advice" was basically, be like me, don't be boring or studious, don't get exams, leave school early, ingratiate yourself to all men especially older men at every opportunity and be the coolest girl around. So this, fellow sewer dwellers, is how one lands a Guardian column.

The Girl with the Pigeon Tattoo

I haven’t posted for a while but here’s my Sali Hughes shit show round up:

A. Things I’ve been called by Sali Hughes and her blue tick army:

skid mark, shit mouth, turd (sophisticated theme developing), cunt, bitch, stupid, mentally ill, psycho, deranged, evil, vile, troll, sad, loser, fucking trash.

B. Things I have NEVER called Sali Hughes or her blue tick army in any public forum:

skid mark, shit mouth, turd, cunt, bitch, stupid, mentally ill, psycho, deranged, evil, vile, troll, sad, loser, fucking trash.

C. Things I did to Sali Hughes:

I asked Sali directly, by commenting on one of her Instagram posts, if she was paid for promoting certain things. I commented on another of Sali’s posts that beauty influencers were probably being compensated in some way by Charlotte Tilbury for promoting her brand.

D. Things I did not do and have never done to Sali Hughes:

Follow her or her beauty accounts on Facebook or Twitter, seek in any way to find out any information about her children, her husband, her mother, any member of her immediate or extended family, any of her friends (living or dead), comment in any way on any social media platform about her private life, her family, her friends, comment about any of her beauty industry peers, contact her directly or indirectly in any way apart from outlined above in section C.

E. Things Sali Hughes has done to me:

Block me on Instagram, stalk me on the internet, ask friends and employees to stalk me on the internet, attempt to obtain my home address, attempt to obtain personal information about me, verbally abuse me on various social media platforms, comment positively on many posts by her supporters wherein they verbally abuse me.

It’s been quite a week for me (all of us here, I know) thanks to the narcissistic delusions of Sali Hughes. I’ve also taken legal advice and know exactly where I stand in regard to her many and varied idle threats. So I say to her now in this very public forum to Bring It. Show me your evidence, have your lawyer contact my lawyer, message me directly. Put your cards on the table or shut your shit mouth. Oh dear, I’ve just invalidated section B....

SqualorVictoria said:

This is another one of her 'sizing up' from her 'usual' size 8. Does anyone else remember the recent apparently perfect for short girl trousers from Reiss that she had to buy in a size 10 because the leg length on the size 8 wasn't right.

Why she's so keen to keep pretending she's a size 8 I don't know.

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I can relate to this. I'm a size 8 but I tend to size up to a 16 so that my clothes fit in a more relaxed way and I don't cut off my blood circulation.

Hello you beautiful people!

It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of laughing so hard - thank you for that. It's possibly a year since I was last here, I've been absent due to breast cancer. I finished chemotherapy back in March. My hair is around two inches long, more salt than pepper, and suddenly, Sali popped into my head, or rather her hair did. Of course this is the place I thought of first!

Admittedly, am still on page 14 of this thread, so please forgive me jumping ahead to post but I had to share the following thoughts -

Only Sali can wear a fully accessorised Chanel outfit that probably retails somewhere around £5k, yet still look like she works on the Chanel counter in Boots in a regional airport. That's some talent.

Mostly though, my goodness, those teeth. Somewhere between Turkey and tombstones. Just dreadful. They actually divert from Sali's dry, over-processed hair. I don't know whether to laugh or cry that she is still persisting with the grey. But hey, at least it is more or less grey rather than blonde. Well, apart from her roots which are very very dark

I do like her eyebrows though. However, to be fair, am still waiting for my own eyebrows to regrow, as such, am pretty envious of anyone who has eyebrows!

I was thinking back the other day to when she did that podcast the other month and she brought up her favourite subject: Tattle. And she said in her usual sneery, whiny, smug voice "no one there is doing better than me" And I'm like, I beg to differ, Sal. I am.

I work in a creative industry and all of my work is original. I've just finished projects for two very high profile clients who were thrilled with what I turned out for them and have secured myself more work from them. This is in addition to my regular portfolio of clients who I've retained through my hard work and integrity. I'm not anybody's bitch. My job doesn't count on me grifting or mentioning brands, I'm completely autonomous. Didn't get where I am by being a snake and stabbing anyone else on the back, I got off my backside, put myself through university and got here on my own merit. Not because I cunted a single mother out of her job.

My friends are my friends because they like me, not because I'm part of some wanko butt sucking clique where you only exist if you're acknowledged by other blue tickers. Does she ever mention any mates from growing up in Wales? Or are they all air kissy media sycophants that she's met on the grifting circuit? I don't remember so from my time following her. Correct me if I'm wrong. I still have friends from secondary school. I don't have maintenance shags with my husband, we have regular, spontaneous sex because we both still fancy one another a lot. I've got a good relationship with my mother, I don't give a toss what people think of my "look" but I assume I've got something right as I do get complimented often on dresses/shoes etc, I do however wear what pleased me, not what I think Instagram gives a shit about.

You aren't successful because you've got X amount of followers, Sal. Half of the plebs off TOWIE have got more followers than you. Your column is shite and I really don't think it'll go the distance much longer and you're a paid shill. How is that in any way fulfilling? None of it is real.

I'm also able to go abroad and embrace things as they are and eat well instead of moaning and whining that the strange forrin food isn't to my liking. It must be an utterly miserable, Karen-like existence not even being able to eat in Paris of all fucking places.

I'm also a good size 14 and I do. Not. Give. A. Shit. You're closer to a 12 than you'll admit, Sal. Imagine being nearly fifty and being so deluded about your size. It's a sad,shallow existence and mine is better than yours,no fucking doubts.

“...and then they said this beach was shit. It’s relentless”.

Never, in the field of hairdressing, has a hairstyle been maintained by so many and admired by so few.

The 4 videos we'd all actually like to see from Sali:

1. What Botox + filler I have, how regularly I get it and how much that would costs plebs like you.

2. How much my monthly hair maintenance and extensions would cost if I paid full price.

3. Here's my "empties" and the end of the month and this is what they'd cost if I actually paid.

4. Christmas special video "the true cost of maintaining myself in 2021" adding up the total of all items she used regularly or was gifted in the year for which she can wear a jolly Christmas jumper "Curtness, Crisps, Capitalism"

Now THAT would be Pretty Honest.

lucyrosepage said:

I would love to know what Giles Coren said before he removed his stories...

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Here you go

I do think it's interesting* that Sali always has to make a distinction between herself and other women:

I go to a Doctor's Clinic; you go to the High Street.
I see a Consultant; you see a GP.
I have a weak dilute; you have a tambourine.
I have bespoke; you have off the peg.
I employ artisans; you consume mass-market.
I have a discerning perfume wardrobe; you have too many common garden variety gourmands.
I work out On Doctor's Orders; you work out to try and stay in shape.
I am wearing £££; you wear a cheap version, click here [link inserted].

*well, vaguely-bored-looking-out-the-window-on-a-commute interesting, not Vital Questions Of Our Very Existence interesting

I'm also a maverick who stays at home for Christmas. Whilst doing other mavericky things like watching arthouse films such as the Sound of Music and sipping on artisan liqueurs such as, you won't have heard of it, Bailey's.

Honestly, she’s missed her calling as a medical receptionist.

Irate deputy head of department on her third fucking gate duty of the week... or pampered beauty influencer?


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* at a struggling but ambitious academy school

Thanks to @Crem' and @melfish for the thread title

Last thread highlights:

* The creme/cream battle rages on. Prompted by a lovely video of Sali gazing adoringly at herself a pot of Estee Lauder overpriced gloop overlooked by a stuffed owl. And no it wasn't Leonard
* For some tedious reason she posted a photo of herself in white jeans. Apparently to demonstrate how fat her thighs appeared in them. 'No' we were all supposed to cry 'no Sali. You are teeny weeny with thighs like a #gifted brow pencil' (or as Patsy might so pithily say - )
* Speaking of IG fans Sali has gained thousands of new ones. Her reputation must have spread wide as a lot of them appear to be Russian
* Btw Sali is looking for IG accounts to follow - 'Hey waaassuuuup guyz - wanna hit me up with your best rad ideas and lemme touch base with a few new homies' were her actual words.

I honestly don't know if I would have recognised her if it hadn't been captioned.

So, I discovered Sali through her ITB series on YouTube and decided to follow her on Instagram. It was refreshing to follow someone who seemed a little outside of the influencer bubble. Then I saw her Insta story about this new documentary about "dragging sites" and found my way over to here. Like so many others, I expected to see vitriol and hate, but have instead found predominantly constructive criticism and sociopolitical discussion. The fact that this woman is using her privilege, position and power to bully, gaslight and stifle debate is horrifying. Needless to say, if she hasn't been talking about this site and calling wolf, I would never have known she was on here and I would never have seen screenshots of her ugly tweets (I'm not even on Twitter). What disturbs me aren't people making flippant jokes about her husband being a nanny, it's the words and accusations that she herself is posting. Seeing them in relation to the actual posts here, they are downright hyperbolic.

Although these sites are not without their issues, they are often the only safe place viewers and consumers have to discuss shady business practices. I actually found them for the first time when trying to ascertain whether an influencer was sponsored by a company...I'd made a purchase based on their recommendation and could not understand why the product was so bad. (Side note - this, Sali, is why it isn't crazy for viewers to wonder about your relationship with brands; it's not to defame you but to ask a genuine question in the context of a very dishonest industry. A simple clarification would suffice for readers here.)

What Sali is experiencing isn't anything new. We have had these discussions since the dawning of celebrity culture, and such discussions escalated yesrs ago with the advent of reality TV: what happens to human beings when their lives and personalities are commodified? What does it do to their psychology given that such commodification opens their very lives up to scrutiny? How is their psychology affected when they receive outpourings of adoration in conjunction with criticism? Moreover, what are the implications for our political systems where representatives are also treated in the same vain? How are people to participate without going crazy? (The example of Dianne Abbott comes to mind once again.) Now, that's a documentary I would watch.