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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4, bungalow full of designer gear, needs cash for more
Recap of thread #56
Jack Monroe is done with rinsing beans, now she’s rinsing her loyal followers of their hard-earned, much-needed money.
After lulling people into a false sense of security by BOTHERING to mither on about ice lollies, Jack then pulled out her sucker punch:
‘What does burnout feel like?’
Accounts of genuine burnout poured in and she agreed with any and all descriptions. After asking ‘How do I get better?’, she then detailed her personal socio-economic circumstances, and in her own gracious way, asked, ‘How the fuck am I going to pay my bills?’
The fourth question wasn’t really a question, more a bucketful of hyperbole, ending with: ‘I’m fucked, aren’t I?’
Subtext: I spent all my money on a mini-break to one of my homelands and Five Guys burgers and I need a new nutribullet.
Oh, but what’s this? This old thing? Oh, never mind that, that’s just my Patreon details. Lil ol’ haphazard me doesn’t know all of the logistical details, but, oh well, you may as well have a look. Here’s the fucking link. Ooh, thanks dear heart Nigella, you’ve shared me to all YOUR followers as well. Shucks.
What happened next? Those Patreon supporter numbers rose faster than any of her tinned pear cakes ever did.
‘What if there’s no-one around to notice?’ You’ve always got us, Jack. We’re noticing. And we have receipts (for when you press delete)!
Full title:
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4, bungalow full of designer gear, needs cash for more
Recap of thread #56
Jack Monroe is done with rinsing beans, now she’s rinsing her loyal followers of their hard-earned, much-needed money.
After lulling people into a false sense of security by BOTHERING to mither on about ice lollies, Jack then pulled out her sucker punch:
‘What does burnout feel like?’
Accounts of genuine burnout poured in and she agreed with any and all descriptions. After asking ‘How do I get better?’, she then detailed her personal socio-economic circumstances, and in her own gracious way, asked, ‘How the fuck am I going to pay my bills?’
The fourth question wasn’t really a question, more a bucketful of hyperbole, ending with: ‘I’m fucked, aren’t I?’
Subtext: I spent all my money on a mini-break to one of my homelands and Five Guys burgers and I need a new nutribullet.
Oh, but what’s this? This old thing? Oh, never mind that, that’s just my Patreon details. Lil ol’ haphazard me doesn’t know all of the logistical details, but, oh well, you may as well have a look. Here’s the fucking link. Ooh, thanks dear heart Nigella, you’ve shared me to all YOUR followers as well. Shucks.
What happened next? Those Patreon supporter numbers rose faster than any of her tinned pear cakes ever did.
‘What if there’s no-one around to notice?’ You’ve always got us, Jack. We’re noticing. And we have receipts (for when you press delete)!