The thing that gives Jack away to me is her sneering attitude to the things she claims to be or was.
From her own ramblings; she clearly thinks single mother's are nothing but scum, watching trashy TV, eating junk, and dragging up their kids. She thinks poor people are inept, unable to help themselves. She thinks transgender & NB status is a fucking joke. She uses mental health issues for sympathy during temper tantrums and is duly soothed by all the fawning. She thinks sex workers are disgusting and shameful. She makes a mockery of the term 'hard-work', unless we're talking about her personality.
All in all, it's like her version of propaganda against the working class poors, spreading her rhetoric of how she ain't like the others, she pulled herself up by her bootstraps, yadda yadda ya. She's a scam artist. An imploding one at that.
So I was dashing around while preparing dinner, trying to multi-task as usual, an open packet of pasta tucked under one arm, hurrying to turn off the almost-full bath, and as I lean over the water, lo and behold, all the pasta spills out. When I look in bemusement at the pasta, lying strewn across the bottom of the bathtub like some sort of budget influencer bathroom hack, what - are rather who - do you think was the first thought that came to mind? 
