From the comments on there.
FreddiexxxxxxxFan, Flyover Country, United States, less than a minute ago
I've been reading up on this deal with Netflix. Experts say it is highly unlikely that Netflix paid over $100 million--and that is is to be paid over 5 years. So, that would mean $20 million per year. And at least some of that money is back-ended, meaning in order to get paid, the content Harry and Meghan provide must do well. This is unlikely because the content the Obamas have provided has not done very well. Doubtful H&M's content would be an improvement.
The Obamas got an award for their
tit. Not that that means it was good , but yanno, you'd think it might be.
Hopefully this guy is right. If the product content doesn't suit their standard then netflix have a get-out reason not to pay them.
Why is my machiavellian side thinking they've walked into a trap.
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Conversation next year.
NF. We aren't keen on the feminism docu you came up with. Been there done that. Anything else for us?
FuckFace. Well we have one on female empowerment,interviewing sex workers and writing on bananas and ....
NF. Nope. Been done to death. Nobody cares. Next ...
FF. Ok, we have a great one on BLM
NF. That's last years news. Nobody gives a tit.
FF Right, ok, so we are planning a series of children's stories about ducks and rabbits, pointing out the physical differences and varying habits and focusing on how they integrate and socialise and equating it to ....
NF. Erm, how shall I put this sugar tits. No. To be frank we were thinking of maybe doing something on the British Royal Famerly. Yanno, maybe an insiders view.Lots of emotive images of you gazing out of Buckingham Castle windows at the dipped-in-paint birdies flying free, and innocently wondering why King William came home drunk last night and pissed in the victorian armoire while clutching a pair of pink panties labeled "not Kate's" ... and why they let their rug rats run around semi naked. You could do that saintly hand crossing thing you do in zooms and say "As God is my witness I will never let my archiedoll live among these heathens." Then haul down the nearest curtains, fashion yourself an escape dress and run down the maul/mall/boulevard pushing the twin stroller containing Ache ... it's Aitch, not Ache ... yeah whatever, and archiedoll, hop in a black cab. When the driver asks "luvaduck what's up with yer boatrace me old china, where ya wanna go?" you can scream "Anywhere away from this hell hole!!!" Cue dramatic music. We'll use Sheeran.
FF Well we said we wouldn't and Aitch might not want to rock the boat ...
NF (stands up and ushers her toward the door, hand caressing her derriere in her snugly fitting Victoria Beckham work skirt) listen honey, go home, work on him , erm, I mean it IT. Show him your water bills and mortgage repayment demands, baby needs new shoes etc etc. Get back to me when he agrees and we'll discuss potentially releasing your next payment.
FuckFace sashays out the door, turns around and winks ...
"done! Get the cheque ready!"
Oh jesus look at the time. Aargh .