ActiveLies
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Do you know what’s worse than being a bully?
Ripping off the Australian tax payers to the tune of $160,000.
You have to go out of your way to find tattle and to see the things being written here - it’s hardly bullying if it takes a concerted effort. It’s like going and sitting at the table of girls at school you know don’t like you and then being upset when they say shit you don’t wanna hear.
Are we bitches? Probably. Are we funny bitches? Absolutely. Do we bitch about things that deserve criticism? 100%
The minute you commodify your life and attempt to become a brand, making money off your family and personality, you’re going to be subject to opinion. They’re like arseholes, we’ve all got them. But my Instagram only attracts the opinions of people I know coz they’re the only people who follow me. If I opened my Insta up and tried desperately for a decade to get famous on there, I’d accept a variety of opinions from massive fucking loser fans to massive fucking loser haters. That’s exactly what you sign up for when your livelihood is derived from the opinion and following of others.
Meanwhile, my life is great. My husband actually married me and then never left me. I love my kids and they smile when they’re around me. I know about their passions, take great delight in their successes, and their health and well-being is of the utmost importance to me. We own the house we live in and a few investments. We go on holidays AS A FAMILY and actually pay for activities that interest my kids. I regularly buy them clothes that fit. I have friends. I’ve never forgotten to pay $160k to the ATO. I’ve never begged for money online. My children will never have to navigate the social shame of having my semi naked body all over the Internet; nor the size of my nipples and clitoris; my bowel movements; the angle of my uterus; what my preference of sanitary products are; any fungal infections; any vaginal yeast infections and all the other truly repulsive things she’s shared online and subjected her children to having out in the public sphere. I’m not jealous, obsessed, nor psychotic - I just find Emmy really REALLY funny. I really liked Australia’s funniest home videos as a kid, and she’s like a years long clip of that. Just hilarious disaster after distaster.
Women who listen to things like Outspoken enjoy gossip and dissecting influencers in the exact same way we do, they’re just too boring to form opinion themselves and need to be spoon fed what to think about things. I’m more than happy to form my own opinions based on what I see and don’t particularly need anyone else to summarise things for me or tell me how to think. Personally I’m much rather be here than listening to people who make money discussing the exact same things we do but are too shit scared to say what they really think and feel so deliver mid, vanilla content that offers no critical thinking or accountability of shonky, disingenuous influencers.
Ripping off the Australian tax payers to the tune of $160,000.
You have to go out of your way to find tattle and to see the things being written here - it’s hardly bullying if it takes a concerted effort. It’s like going and sitting at the table of girls at school you know don’t like you and then being upset when they say shit you don’t wanna hear.
Are we bitches? Probably. Are we funny bitches? Absolutely. Do we bitch about things that deserve criticism? 100%
The minute you commodify your life and attempt to become a brand, making money off your family and personality, you’re going to be subject to opinion. They’re like arseholes, we’ve all got them. But my Instagram only attracts the opinions of people I know coz they’re the only people who follow me. If I opened my Insta up and tried desperately for a decade to get famous on there, I’d accept a variety of opinions from massive fucking loser fans to massive fucking loser haters. That’s exactly what you sign up for when your livelihood is derived from the opinion and following of others.
Meanwhile, my life is great. My husband actually married me and then never left me. I love my kids and they smile when they’re around me. I know about their passions, take great delight in their successes, and their health and well-being is of the utmost importance to me. We own the house we live in and a few investments. We go on holidays AS A FAMILY and actually pay for activities that interest my kids. I regularly buy them clothes that fit. I have friends. I’ve never forgotten to pay $160k to the ATO. I’ve never begged for money online. My children will never have to navigate the social shame of having my semi naked body all over the Internet; nor the size of my nipples and clitoris; my bowel movements; the angle of my uterus; what my preference of sanitary products are; any fungal infections; any vaginal yeast infections and all the other truly repulsive things she’s shared online and subjected her children to having out in the public sphere. I’m not jealous, obsessed, nor psychotic - I just find Emmy really REALLY funny. I really liked Australia’s funniest home videos as a kid, and she’s like a years long clip of that. Just hilarious disaster after distaster.
Women who listen to things like Outspoken enjoy gossip and dissecting influencers in the exact same way we do, they’re just too boring to form opinion themselves and need to be spoon fed what to think about things. I’m more than happy to form my own opinions based on what I see and don’t particularly need anyone else to summarise things for me or tell me how to think. Personally I’m much rather be here than listening to people who make money discussing the exact same things we do but are too shit scared to say what they really think and feel so deliver mid, vanilla content that offers no critical thinking or accountability of shonky, disingenuous influencers.
