The problem is they’re thick. They don’t have the facility for critical thinking and are so utterly self-obsessed that they’re incapable of any objectivity.
They are the worst kind of ‘all lives matter’, ‘we’ve worked really hard for what we’ve got’, ‘if you don’t like it, unfollow’, tone deaf, performative woke, secret Tory voting, Telegraph reading, arriviste, classless, tasteless cunts.
Like greedy, entitled blobs who just sit on the internet and consume, consume, consume. And then they still want yet even more stuff to shove into the bottom of their overcrowded, cheapest-looking, overpriced repurposed kitchen storage.
That dressing room is honestly an 80s teen bedroom nightmare. All it needs is a pink corner sink and a life sized poster of Keanu Reeves on the back of the door and you would literally be looking at my own bedroom 25 years ago.
This is a painful time for many people. For many reasons. Pandemic, job losses, bereavement, and the horrors going on in America right now. We’re in the middle of a massive paradigm shift that will change things forever. And in the middle of all this they have the genius idea of setting up a blagged interiors account for the sole purpose of blagging even more.
A black man was crushed to death in the street by four white police officers just for having a counterfeit ten dollar bill.
In the U.K., 38 women have been murdered by their male partners or relatives since lockdown began.
But yeah, keep bleating about your fucking spindles ‘for the lols’ and getting your arse-licked by the huns. You’re on the back slide to irrelevancy so enjoy it while it lasts.