Lucy Aeroplane
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Hello frauen! I probably won’t post that often but have created an account just to say PRAISE THE BABY JESUS that you all exist, because honestly it’s a weird life over here knowing for a fact that JM’s BS is BS and yet frequently seeing her promoted all over the media as some sort of expert, despite her demonstrable total fucking lack of expertise or even any media skill. I’ve done a bit of a grunk, and it does amaze me that all this info is already out there yet it seems no journos are actively poking around. These threads are spot on in their recognition and observations of her BS, and for any journos who might be scouting them, they’re also good in terms of evidence gathering to prove the BS is BS.
Special hello to Toffee, from a fellow native Southender. I don’t live in the ends any more and haven’t for [unspecified number of] years. But am in JM’s age range and, before I moved away, was involved in a couple of the social circles she always seemed to want to be central in but was only ever peripheral to, if even that.
Unlike some here (but I’m glad to see not all), I do feel very sorry for her. She has been excluded and ostracised socially for a very long time, in part because of her compulsive bullshitting, and yet she just can’t stop herself. Her life would be so much better if she actually did half the things she says she does, but she doesn’t. And as many have observed, she seems to have let her life be overtaken by a social media addiction. Her social media lying seems to be absolutely pathological at this stage - it’s SO frequent, and about such minor things that are easily disproved, in addition to the Big Lies. It’s hard not to have pity for someone whose life is so meaningless that this is what she chooses to do with it.
I actually grew up in a shitty bit of the town and went to shit schools, with kids from proper deprived households (some of whom were seriously mistreated by their parents too: not just “Mummy paid more attention to the other kids than me” as seems to be Jack’s idea of mistreatment). We all had shit prospects, and most of us didn’t do all that well after school, and many of my friends never escaped our neighbourhood even for a short while. My parents gave me a stable roof over my head (and at times we were able to take in my schoolfriends when their family situations were dangerous), but weren’t great parents other than that due to their own crappy upbringings. They also couldn’t afford to do anything more for me than the very basics most of the time. We had ONE holiday my entire childhood, and that was a week in a random bit of [another mainland UK country]. (My mum went abroad for the first time in her life a few years back, when she’d reached the tender age of 64.) Won’t give more info about my upbringing, etc. as could be a bit outing, but Jack’s povvo cosplay has nothing on me and my mates, who were actually from poor Southend families and didn’t have a fraction of the comfort or opportunity she’s had all her life, and who don’t have the type of parents who can pass on inheritances like she does. It’s so, SO fucking insulting to us actual poors for her to pretend she was poor. Never mind to now make a comfortable living from the platform she has as a result of her “I was poor once” backstory. Just, wow.
I know you frauen all know she lives somewhere nice, but unless you know Southend, you probably don’t really appreciate just how nice it is. It’s kind of like the St John’s Wood of Southend borough, basically - if well-off London enclaves are a useful reference point for anyone here. (With some parts of Leigh and Chalkwell being like the South Kensington of Southend!) Thorpe Bay, especially her bit, is really super naice. (To draw comparisons with other fairly well-known London neighbourhoods, the bit of town where I grew up isn’t massively far off somewhere like Broadwater Farm or the old Crossways/Devons estate. Except with much, MUCH less community spirit. It isn’t naice - it ain’t even nice, tbh - and it never will be. Any Southend frauen, you probably know exactly where I’m talking about, or at least will have it narrowed down to 2-3 small areas!) I’d happily walk round Jack’s bit of Thorpe Bay on my own after dark, even if I won’t walk round near my home patch after dark. It’s really lovely in her neighbourhood. Her parents’ road is also very nice indeed, although not as nice as the road where Jack’s SHITTY RENTED BUNGALOW is.
That said about my upbringing, and all the barriers I’ve faced and still face daily (because I’m autistic+ADHD, with actual proper diagnoses of both) - I’m a functional adult with great friends, lovely kids, and somehow I manage not to fib about things. I’m lucky, I managed to escape actual lifelong poverty, but in doing so had to relocate for training and work. Yep, I am LUCKY, because although I worked bloody hard to get where I am, I still got the type of lucky break that I see many, many hard workers never ever getting. And although I’ll still never own a property or inherit money, for example, my kids and I will do ok compared to where we started and that’s what matters. (Like … my kids have ISAs, but I never had anything like that because my family, and all the other people like my family, just don’t have things like that. Mainly cos we don’t know about them or think it’s not for the likes of us. I learnt about cooking and savings as an adult. Teaching poor people about this stuff IS a good idea, and I personally think Jack is awful for using her privileged position to say it isn’t a good idea. That’s how poor people are kept poor ffs, by remaining clueless about the alternatives.)
I’m a single parent, and unlike Jack I’m an actual Lone Parent and I work full-time. Youngest is younger than SB was during The Poverty so I really don’t get her excuses - yes working around kids is complicated but not impossible, and actually if you have support around you it’s totally doable. Jack always did and indeed does have family to share the weight. (My kids and I don’t live near my parents now, and sadly they wouldn’t be much use for childcare if we did because funnily enough poor people get disabled by poor health much earlier than rich people - so whereas her parents still live lovely rich full lives, and good on them for that, my parents have had serious health issues for years and one of my siblings lives with them to provide care.)
Jack’s mum and dad would never in a million years have let her and SB go cold or hungry, so the whole dynamic of The Poverty and her pretending she had no reliable sources of support during that time is weird as fuck. I don’t understand how her parents can be ok with Jack painting them as basically monsters who would have seen their daughter and grandson starve and freeze, and yet choosing never to defend themselves against all that. Maybe they’re quietly making their peace with the fact that their daughter has MH issues that result in her lying and playing perpetual victim. I don’t know what the other explanations might be for the fact they’ve never come out and said “erm, no, we’re not horrible people, and we didn’t actually want our daughter and grandson to starve”. It’s an odd one. They can’t be unaware of all the stuff she says on Twitter that they know isn’t true - the Jubilee gun nonsense indicated that they draw a line somewhere. They - very kindly IMO - choose to keep her in their lives, even though she’s trashed them to the world, and made them seem like really nasty people for letting her and her toddler starve and freeze. That’s very forgiving of them, and they’re clearly NOT horrible people at all. (As a parent, I’d hazard a guess that they probably want to keep their heads down so they can stay in her life and keep an eye out for her and look after her as much as they can.)
I sincerely believe that if Jack got the fuck off social media, she might actually be able to be productive, to make the difference she claims she wants to make, and she might even find some happiness in herself. That might mean she wouldn’t feel the need to lie about SO. MANY. POINTLESS. THINGS. (Or indeed hang around here to see what people are saying about her.) She wouldn’t be so keen for attention if she was actually happy and fulfilled. It’s genuinely a sad thing to see her choices and behaviours.
I’m torn between on one hand wanting to see a good piece of investigative journalism on Jack’s grift, and … well … on the other hand, wanting her to just stop fucking grifting, and wanting her to learn more about how to have tangible impact (and also wanting her for the love of god to learn how to properly interrogate and analyse a fucking basic dataset). If only she would take a nice big time out, to understand not only her immense privilege but what she ought to do with it, she could really use her platform for good. She could probably even do some meaningful and worthwhile work. But she mainly uses her platform for self-aggrandisement, hurling insults, and for pretending she’s doing meaningful work for poor people instead of actually going out and doing meaningful work. She could be way better. That Guardian bit the other day, I mean my god she could only aspire to be a fraction as effective as Kwajo has been, and he’s only 23. Amazing young bloke. He knows what’s up because he actually lives it, he doesn’t cosplay it. But she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and it shows so clearly nowadays.
I’m a bit disappointed that she won’t be able to bring that libel action against Lee Anderson, because I think it would be great for her to be forced to face up to all her BS in a formal (courtroom) setting. She IS profiting from people poorer than her: I don’t understand how she even thinks that comment can be challenged. But she won’t want to publish her Patreon or tip jar income, or info about all her other income streams, because people would be gobsmacked at the difference between how much money she has coming in vs her public struggling povvo pretentions, so the lawsuit can’t be allowed to happen. If she does have a good legal team, they’ll be advising her not to bother.
Jack, we know you read these threads and pay attention to them. Please take some advice from someone who doesn’t actually hate you but who really hates what you choose to do. Go on hiatus, get off social media for an extended period of time, get out and do actual meaningful work quietly and for no praise (like, QUIETLY volunteer for the foodbanks perhaps, meet more of the wide range of Southend povvos and maybe not be OMG amazed that many of us actually have brains and work ethics and have even had proper jobs and shit), and get yourself into some good quality talking therapy. You’d probably benefit more from DBT than anything else, but it can be very hard to access on the NHS - though I reckon a little of your Patreon income could pay for a couple of DBT sessions a month. Just, please, get good therapy with someone who will challenge you; work through why you’ve developed this need to lie (about tiny pointless things as well as big things), and why you need to attack people who point out you’re not being honest and truthful. Work out why the life choice you’ve made is to make a grift off the back of an origin story that is easily proven to be BS, instead of choosing to do something real and meaningful with your life. Therapy will be probably really uncomfortable for you, but it’s the only way you’re going to change for the better. You could move in with your folks for a couple of years and go low-profile while you get your head straight and plan a proper path.
If you carry on the way you are, it’ll be so much worse for you when your grift is eventually publicised. And it will be, cos more of us are confident calling it out now, we’re just so fed up of your BS. You’re simply not a credible spokesperson for people in crushing poverty, having never actually experienced it. You don’t actually know the feeling of total lack of opportunity and how stifling it is. You don’t actually understand about what it feels like to struggle your whole life because you know you’ll never, ever, ever have any money. You’ll never live like Common People - your dad owns multiple properties ffs (and your mum is a decent lady who for any faults has always had your back in practical terms) - so give up on the weird play-acting. Sort yourself out, actually take the time to get good at something, and you could do something real with your life instead of just spouting words and making empty gestures. You have another 50-60 years of your life to live yet; please don’t waste them all being shit forever.
Special hello to Toffee, from a fellow native Southender. I don’t live in the ends any more and haven’t for [unspecified number of] years. But am in JM’s age range and, before I moved away, was involved in a couple of the social circles she always seemed to want to be central in but was only ever peripheral to, if even that.
Unlike some here (but I’m glad to see not all), I do feel very sorry for her. She has been excluded and ostracised socially for a very long time, in part because of her compulsive bullshitting, and yet she just can’t stop herself. Her life would be so much better if she actually did half the things she says she does, but she doesn’t. And as many have observed, she seems to have let her life be overtaken by a social media addiction. Her social media lying seems to be absolutely pathological at this stage - it’s SO frequent, and about such minor things that are easily disproved, in addition to the Big Lies. It’s hard not to have pity for someone whose life is so meaningless that this is what she chooses to do with it.
I actually grew up in a shitty bit of the town and went to shit schools, with kids from proper deprived households (some of whom were seriously mistreated by their parents too: not just “Mummy paid more attention to the other kids than me” as seems to be Jack’s idea of mistreatment). We all had shit prospects, and most of us didn’t do all that well after school, and many of my friends never escaped our neighbourhood even for a short while. My parents gave me a stable roof over my head (and at times we were able to take in my schoolfriends when their family situations were dangerous), but weren’t great parents other than that due to their own crappy upbringings. They also couldn’t afford to do anything more for me than the very basics most of the time. We had ONE holiday my entire childhood, and that was a week in a random bit of [another mainland UK country]. (My mum went abroad for the first time in her life a few years back, when she’d reached the tender age of 64.) Won’t give more info about my upbringing, etc. as could be a bit outing, but Jack’s povvo cosplay has nothing on me and my mates, who were actually from poor Southend families and didn’t have a fraction of the comfort or opportunity she’s had all her life, and who don’t have the type of parents who can pass on inheritances like she does. It’s so, SO fucking insulting to us actual poors for her to pretend she was poor. Never mind to now make a comfortable living from the platform she has as a result of her “I was poor once” backstory. Just, wow.
I know you frauen all know she lives somewhere nice, but unless you know Southend, you probably don’t really appreciate just how nice it is. It’s kind of like the St John’s Wood of Southend borough, basically - if well-off London enclaves are a useful reference point for anyone here. (With some parts of Leigh and Chalkwell being like the South Kensington of Southend!) Thorpe Bay, especially her bit, is really super naice. (To draw comparisons with other fairly well-known London neighbourhoods, the bit of town where I grew up isn’t massively far off somewhere like Broadwater Farm or the old Crossways/Devons estate. Except with much, MUCH less community spirit. It isn’t naice - it ain’t even nice, tbh - and it never will be. Any Southend frauen, you probably know exactly where I’m talking about, or at least will have it narrowed down to 2-3 small areas!) I’d happily walk round Jack’s bit of Thorpe Bay on my own after dark, even if I won’t walk round near my home patch after dark. It’s really lovely in her neighbourhood. Her parents’ road is also very nice indeed, although not as nice as the road where Jack’s SHITTY RENTED BUNGALOW is.
That said about my upbringing, and all the barriers I’ve faced and still face daily (because I’m autistic+ADHD, with actual proper diagnoses of both) - I’m a functional adult with great friends, lovely kids, and somehow I manage not to fib about things. I’m lucky, I managed to escape actual lifelong poverty, but in doing so had to relocate for training and work. Yep, I am LUCKY, because although I worked bloody hard to get where I am, I still got the type of lucky break that I see many, many hard workers never ever getting. And although I’ll still never own a property or inherit money, for example, my kids and I will do ok compared to where we started and that’s what matters. (Like … my kids have ISAs, but I never had anything like that because my family, and all the other people like my family, just don’t have things like that. Mainly cos we don’t know about them or think it’s not for the likes of us. I learnt about cooking and savings as an adult. Teaching poor people about this stuff IS a good idea, and I personally think Jack is awful for using her privileged position to say it isn’t a good idea. That’s how poor people are kept poor ffs, by remaining clueless about the alternatives.)
I’m a single parent, and unlike Jack I’m an actual Lone Parent and I work full-time. Youngest is younger than SB was during The Poverty so I really don’t get her excuses - yes working around kids is complicated but not impossible, and actually if you have support around you it’s totally doable. Jack always did and indeed does have family to share the weight. (My kids and I don’t live near my parents now, and sadly they wouldn’t be much use for childcare if we did because funnily enough poor people get disabled by poor health much earlier than rich people - so whereas her parents still live lovely rich full lives, and good on them for that, my parents have had serious health issues for years and one of my siblings lives with them to provide care.)
Jack’s mum and dad would never in a million years have let her and SB go cold or hungry, so the whole dynamic of The Poverty and her pretending she had no reliable sources of support during that time is weird as fuck. I don’t understand how her parents can be ok with Jack painting them as basically monsters who would have seen their daughter and grandson starve and freeze, and yet choosing never to defend themselves against all that. Maybe they’re quietly making their peace with the fact that their daughter has MH issues that result in her lying and playing perpetual victim. I don’t know what the other explanations might be for the fact they’ve never come out and said “erm, no, we’re not horrible people, and we didn’t actually want our daughter and grandson to starve”. It’s an odd one. They can’t be unaware of all the stuff she says on Twitter that they know isn’t true - the Jubilee gun nonsense indicated that they draw a line somewhere. They - very kindly IMO - choose to keep her in their lives, even though she’s trashed them to the world, and made them seem like really nasty people for letting her and her toddler starve and freeze. That’s very forgiving of them, and they’re clearly NOT horrible people at all. (As a parent, I’d hazard a guess that they probably want to keep their heads down so they can stay in her life and keep an eye out for her and look after her as much as they can.)
I sincerely believe that if Jack got the fuck off social media, she might actually be able to be productive, to make the difference she claims she wants to make, and she might even find some happiness in herself. That might mean she wouldn’t feel the need to lie about SO. MANY. POINTLESS. THINGS. (Or indeed hang around here to see what people are saying about her.) She wouldn’t be so keen for attention if she was actually happy and fulfilled. It’s genuinely a sad thing to see her choices and behaviours.
I’m torn between on one hand wanting to see a good piece of investigative journalism on Jack’s grift, and … well … on the other hand, wanting her to just stop fucking grifting, and wanting her to learn more about how to have tangible impact (and also wanting her for the love of god to learn how to properly interrogate and analyse a fucking basic dataset). If only she would take a nice big time out, to understand not only her immense privilege but what she ought to do with it, she could really use her platform for good. She could probably even do some meaningful and worthwhile work. But she mainly uses her platform for self-aggrandisement, hurling insults, and for pretending she’s doing meaningful work for poor people instead of actually going out and doing meaningful work. She could be way better. That Guardian bit the other day, I mean my god she could only aspire to be a fraction as effective as Kwajo has been, and he’s only 23. Amazing young bloke. He knows what’s up because he actually lives it, he doesn’t cosplay it. But she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and it shows so clearly nowadays.
I’m a bit disappointed that she won’t be able to bring that libel action against Lee Anderson, because I think it would be great for her to be forced to face up to all her BS in a formal (courtroom) setting. She IS profiting from people poorer than her: I don’t understand how she even thinks that comment can be challenged. But she won’t want to publish her Patreon or tip jar income, or info about all her other income streams, because people would be gobsmacked at the difference between how much money she has coming in vs her public struggling povvo pretentions, so the lawsuit can’t be allowed to happen. If she does have a good legal team, they’ll be advising her not to bother.
Jack, we know you read these threads and pay attention to them. Please take some advice from someone who doesn’t actually hate you but who really hates what you choose to do. Go on hiatus, get off social media for an extended period of time, get out and do actual meaningful work quietly and for no praise (like, QUIETLY volunteer for the foodbanks perhaps, meet more of the wide range of Southend povvos and maybe not be OMG amazed that many of us actually have brains and work ethics and have even had proper jobs and shit), and get yourself into some good quality talking therapy. You’d probably benefit more from DBT than anything else, but it can be very hard to access on the NHS - though I reckon a little of your Patreon income could pay for a couple of DBT sessions a month. Just, please, get good therapy with someone who will challenge you; work through why you’ve developed this need to lie (about tiny pointless things as well as big things), and why you need to attack people who point out you’re not being honest and truthful. Work out why the life choice you’ve made is to make a grift off the back of an origin story that is easily proven to be BS, instead of choosing to do something real and meaningful with your life. Therapy will be probably really uncomfortable for you, but it’s the only way you’re going to change for the better. You could move in with your folks for a couple of years and go low-profile while you get your head straight and plan a proper path.
If you carry on the way you are, it’ll be so much worse for you when your grift is eventually publicised. And it will be, cos more of us are confident calling it out now, we’re just so fed up of your BS. You’re simply not a credible spokesperson for people in crushing poverty, having never actually experienced it. You don’t actually know the feeling of total lack of opportunity and how stifling it is. You don’t actually understand about what it feels like to struggle your whole life because you know you’ll never, ever, ever have any money. You’ll never live like Common People - your dad owns multiple properties ffs (and your mum is a decent lady who for any faults has always had your back in practical terms) - so give up on the weird play-acting. Sort yourself out, actually take the time to get good at something, and you could do something real with your life instead of just spouting words and making empty gestures. You have another 50-60 years of your life to live yet; please don’t waste them all being shit forever.
in my teens I finally began to meet other kids from around the town who weren’t from my background. Lots of them lived in Thorpe Bay and had lovely parents with big houses, who were happy to have large groups of miscellaneous teenagers partying in their garages or gardens, so I spent plenty of time in the area and know it well. Leigh too, and nice bits of Benfleet (but Benfleet was a serious pain to travel to when all you had was a bike, and no money for train or bus fare). It was a different era and social groups at the time were pretty mixed. There were some cliques, and the odd fight, there were different groups of lads who were known to not like each other, there were different groups of adults who were known to not like each other (some of my schoolfriends’ dads were childish fucking embarrassments; thankfully my own dad kept himself to himself), but no actual gangs back then really. But mainly, most people rubbed along pretty well, and everyone knew everyone to however many degrees of separation. Some of us povvos were welcomed at the fancy house parties the same as some rich kids were welcomed round the pirate radio broadcast. (Tbh the rich kids would be welcome cos they’d be the ones whose money we’d all use to buy hash and speed, sooooo … ! Yes, we were dickheads. Yes I regret a lot of it, and wish I’d known there were better things to do without money. My kids will know there are. Whether or not they’ll listen to me about anything is another matter, of course.)
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