Because it's more lucrative.
Because it's more lucrative.I think it’s because we all want to believe there must be some understandable reason she’s ended up being a terrible grifter instead of doing meaningful work about the stuff she claims to care about. I just wanna understand whyyyyyyy!
Have you read any other long running threads on here? These people are all the same and follow the same patterns, they really do. Some more subtly than others <side eyes Stephen Bear>. It's an eye opener.I think it’s because we all want to believe there must be some understandable reason she’s ended up being a terrible grifter instead of doing meaningful work about the stuff she claims to care about. I just wanna understand whyyyyyyy!
Jack's parents may not have wanted her to move home, but what with big Dave being a pillar of the community. I think they would have preferred it to leaving their grandson cold and hungry which made them look like a pair of cunts. Especially as Jack did extensive blog posts about it.Or, (and not trying to be facetious or funny here) they didn’t want her to move back home for some reason.
I have not. I only ended up here after idly googling whether anyone else knew JM was full of shit, and I haven’t LEFT - but nor have I ventured to threads about other individuals except the rear foo foo onanist (Have you read any other long running threads on here? These people are all the same and follow the same patterns, they really do. Some more subtly than others <side eyes Stephen Bear>. It's an eye opener.
I think it's a case of social media enabling them to promote themselves so extensively, where before most would have had a very small pool of potential fans and victims, and only the really skillful ones would have grifted to fame and fortune.I have not. I only ended up here after idly googling whether anyone else knew JM was full of shit, and I haven’t LEFT - but nor have I ventured to threads about other individuals except the rear foo foo onanist (). I’ve never bloody heard of any of the other ones who pop up in the popular threads, and I don’t think I want to either (dare I google Stephen Bear?). JM brought me here because I sort of knew her, so I know she’s been lying for a long time, but I thought she was a one-off - is her schtick a whole modern phenomenon then?
Until very recently I didn't know what a Stephen Bear was. I had a look at his thread on here and haven't felt right since. One can only hope Jack never attempts to replicate his "ars" antics.I have not. I only ended up here after idly googling whether anyone else knew JM was full of shit, and I haven’t LEFT - but nor have I ventured to threads about other individuals except the rear foo foo onanist (). I’ve never bloody heard of any of the other ones who pop up in the popular threads, and I don’t think I want to either (dare I google Stephen Bear?). JM brought me here because I sort of knew her, so I know she’s been lying for a long time, but I thought she was a one-off - is her schtick a whole modern phenomenon then?
That raita looks... wormy.Entirely possible. Or, she went round to her parents house to boast about her award and found THAT MAN in the kitchen teaching her receptive Mam how to cook perfect roast potatoes (that Fingers Kerridge was helpfully peeling), while the rest of the family clapped and cheered and Nigella called her Mam “tender one” as she watched it all on Zoom.
That or she found out that her assaulted Ian Duncan Smith adoring brother has been offered a presenting segment on Saturday Kitchen and a Guardian column. Or her “little brother” came on his weekly trip to pick up her washing and ironing for Mam to do, and when he brought it back the grey pov jumper had a massive ironing burn hole in the front.
Or, as already suggested, the shelf fell down again.
Oh, and if anyone’s wondering what to have for dinner tonight and has a spare 38p kicking around the place, The Abominable SnowCookhas Saturday night sorted for you.
Sorry, I mean Saturday Night Dinner
Raw and burned broccoli, oily barley, some sort of strange semi-translucent creamy repugnance she’s claiming is raita and the saddest greasy wilted flat-as-a-pancake spring onion you’ll (hopefully) ever see. Dinner, anyone?!
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If you do Google SB, make sure no-one is overlooking your screen. You never know what may appear next with that oneI have not. I only ended up here after idly googling whether anyone else knew JM was full of shit, and I haven’t LEFT - but nor have I ventured to threads about other individuals except the rear foo foo onanist (). I’ve never bloody heard of any of the other ones who pop up in the popular threads, and I don’t think I want to either (dare I google Stephen Bear?). JM brought me here because I sort of knew her, so I know she’s been lying for a long time, but I thought she was a one-off - is her schtick a whole modern phenomenon then?
I've done it. Honestly. If you value your eyes I wouldn't. Thankfully, my eyes are old and knackered already and not much shocks meOh hell, I’m going to have to find the Stephen Bear threads now aren’t I?
I’ve only ventured into the rest of Tattle once and I swiftly scurried back here to safety. It’s a scary world out there.
Babe, same. I'm from a family where Christmas and birthdays stop at age 18 and you are on your OWN. It's become apparent in recent years that I only narrowly avoided becoming involved with a certain person with an island who I knew through my then-employer because I managed to get myself a job with accommodation back in the UK when my US visa expired. I've subsequently told my parents and they took this as confirmation that they brought me up 'able to make good decisions'. I would never leave any child of mine (or niece, nephew or frankly, anyone I know) with nowhere else to go because it makes you so extremely vulnerable.I do find it really interesting that multiple Frauen have picked up on what seems - from our perspective - to be Jack’s extreme reluctance to move “home” (Ma and Pa H’s). It’s made me think about my own dysfunctional family a bit more than I would have liked.
In a bad situation, moving “home” wouldn’t be an option for me and my kids if there was any alternative, because one of my parents would trash my confidence and mental health. They’ve done it again and again through my life, so being low-contact with them is the only way I can exist. We go back for visits mainly to see other family members, but that’s it. I wonder if a similar dysfunctional dynamic is a part of it for Jack, there do seem to be some parallels.
I have to remind myself not to feel too sympathetic for her though, she already got me once this week and then I was annoyed at myself when she was insufferable mere hours laterAnyway if a narc parent is at the root of her problems, she needs to gird her loins and get herself into some serious therapy for it. No sympathy from me till she does that.
I’d be surprised if she was in one of the ones that had en-suites, there were more basic/mid-range apartments in that block too and I think it was only the “penthouse” ones (it was only a mid rise so penthouse is generous!) that had the top-end layout and fixtures. But that’s a memory from a long time ago so maybe I’m wrong? If there’s evidence for three showers, I can totally be flexible about my memories!
Is that a Nirvana record?Afterbirth Oats is my personal worst looking Jack recipe ever, closely followed by the (new to me) oil slick soup and then grey mushroom deposit.
It's certainly a skill to make a spring onion look clinically depressed. It probably saw all its pals blitzed to oblivion after being boiled for three hours.
Why has she left the roots on the spring onion? Is this a ‘thing’ in cooking circles that I’m not aware of? In fact, I’d wager she hasn’t chopped the manky bit at the top of the leaves off either, looking at it. Was she too poor to afford a knife to chop her veg with? So many questions. I fear we may never solve the bottomless mystery that is Jack.Entirely possible. Or, she went round to her parents house to boast about her award and found THAT MAN in the kitchen teaching her receptive Mam how to cook perfect roast potatoes (that Fingers Kerridge was helpfully peeling), while the rest of the family clapped and cheered and Nigella called her Mam “tender one” as she watched it all on Zoom.
That or she found out that her assaulted Ian Duncan Smith adoring brother has been offered a presenting segment on Saturday Kitchen and a Guardian column. Or her “little brother” came on his weekly trip to pick up her washing and ironing for Mam to do, and when he brought it back the grey pov jumper had a massive ironing burn hole in the front.
Or, as already suggested, the shelf fell down again.
Oh, and if anyone’s wondering what to have for dinner tonight and has a spare 38p kicking around the place, The Abominable SnowCookhas Saturday night sorted for you.
Sorry, I mean Saturday Night Dinner
Raw and burned broccoli, oily barley, some sort of strange semi-translucent creamy repugnance she’s claiming is raita and the saddest greasy wilted flat-as-a-pancake spring onion you’ll (hopefully) ever see. Dinner, anyone?!
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