Hello also long time lurker and this thread gives me life. Although I do feel guilt about the bitchier aspects it feels really good to know I'm not the only one to feel this way. So thankyou.
I'm choosing to comment now because of kirkvanhouten's comments about wanting to be a midwife. Sorry this is a long one - bear with me...
I'm a midwife and that is how I came to know of Clemmie. I've been following her life with fascination for seven years now! Since my eldest was a baby and I was on maternity leave. I was desperate for a mum role model and in Clemmie I thought I'd found it. This was pre insta
She had an amazing job as a community midwife, she had two beautiful children and she was gorgeous, cool, had lovely things, a lovely husband. She wrote this great blog called Gas and Air. She seemed really passionate about midwifery. Even back then before instafame she seemed to have i all. And loads of holidays even then! I had a girl crush and I was jealous I guess. A lot of us were jealous if we were to admit it.
But as time went on I became more and more disillusioned with her.
A couple of times I messaged her to ask if she'd use her platform to talk about really important things that were happening in midwifery. Minimal publicity had been given to these issues and here she had this great platform to spread the word. She was polite enough and replied but chose not to say anything at all. Just talked about her clothes or something completely superficial instead.
I bought her book and it was such tripe. Really badly written. Not evidence based. Terrible 'advice' about breastfeeding. Just promoting her insta mates. And telling women to buy a leather jacket to help them adjust to motherhood. Please!
The thing that really did it for me was a post about maternal mental health. As a midwife she will know about puerperal psychosis, crippling PND where women commit suicide and/or kill their babies and women suffering PTSD and trauma. But Clemmie spoke about a basket she had been gifted to collect the crap on the stairs #maternal mental health. And as for that superdrug collab...
Being a midwife does not make you a saint. It's a job. A profession. You get paid for it. Her making out that it is somehow saintly is crap and actually insulting to midwives.
There are tons of people who are really passionate and have amazing stuff to say about birth and motherhood so please don't let Clemmie be the only voice of midwifery.
There are also tons of midwives who work their asses off - night shifts, weekends, missing christmas, kids birthdays and don't get this praise.
When she left insta I had admiration for her. Finally I thought - she will appreciate her life. Gorgeous healthy kids, 'great relationship' with her husband, supportive family, house, job she loves. But she couldn't stay away.
And now I see that she is caught in a trap. They are used to the money, a life style to maintain. Private schools for the kids. A brand. But more than anything the adulation, the praise, the fame. That is truly addictive. A day to day life of long NHS shifts, not getting paid much. Looking after 4 kids. No glamourous parties and presents and money rolling in. No endless praise from literally hundreds of thousands of people. How can she go back to that?
She is a very pretty girl with good taste who was in the right place at the right time. She made friends with women who had connections - other instamums. She has had money and gifts literally thrown at her. And instagram is new - it is an experiment.
Everything has a price. And sadly I think the Hoopers have sold their souls to the devil. For the price of their holidays, house, dishwashers, trainers. They have exchanged their children's privacy, their mental health, possibly their marriage. And sicko that I am I take a morbid fascination in watching it all like a car crash.
I'll probably get shot down in flames for saying this but I do feel sorry for Clemmie because I think that she is probably a lovely person and a great midwife. The fact the no one has come out of the woodwork to complain about her care or a poor outcome is a bloody miracle in someone who has been a midwife that long.
I'm choosing to comment now because of kirkvanhouten's comments about wanting to be a midwife. Sorry this is a long one - bear with me...
I'm a midwife and that is how I came to know of Clemmie. I've been following her life with fascination for seven years now! Since my eldest was a baby and I was on maternity leave. I was desperate for a mum role model and in Clemmie I thought I'd found it. This was pre insta
She had an amazing job as a community midwife, she had two beautiful children and she was gorgeous, cool, had lovely things, a lovely husband. She wrote this great blog called Gas and Air. She seemed really passionate about midwifery. Even back then before instafame she seemed to have i all. And loads of holidays even then! I had a girl crush and I was jealous I guess. A lot of us were jealous if we were to admit it.
But as time went on I became more and more disillusioned with her.
A couple of times I messaged her to ask if she'd use her platform to talk about really important things that were happening in midwifery. Minimal publicity had been given to these issues and here she had this great platform to spread the word. She was polite enough and replied but chose not to say anything at all. Just talked about her clothes or something completely superficial instead.
I bought her book and it was such tripe. Really badly written. Not evidence based. Terrible 'advice' about breastfeeding. Just promoting her insta mates. And telling women to buy a leather jacket to help them adjust to motherhood. Please!
The thing that really did it for me was a post about maternal mental health. As a midwife she will know about puerperal psychosis, crippling PND where women commit suicide and/or kill their babies and women suffering PTSD and trauma. But Clemmie spoke about a basket she had been gifted to collect the crap on the stairs #maternal mental health. And as for that superdrug collab...
Being a midwife does not make you a saint. It's a job. A profession. You get paid for it. Her making out that it is somehow saintly is crap and actually insulting to midwives.
There are tons of people who are really passionate and have amazing stuff to say about birth and motherhood so please don't let Clemmie be the only voice of midwifery.
There are also tons of midwives who work their asses off - night shifts, weekends, missing christmas, kids birthdays and don't get this praise.
When she left insta I had admiration for her. Finally I thought - she will appreciate her life. Gorgeous healthy kids, 'great relationship' with her husband, supportive family, house, job she loves. But she couldn't stay away.
And now I see that she is caught in a trap. They are used to the money, a life style to maintain. Private schools for the kids. A brand. But more than anything the adulation, the praise, the fame. That is truly addictive. A day to day life of long NHS shifts, not getting paid much. Looking after 4 kids. No glamourous parties and presents and money rolling in. No endless praise from literally hundreds of thousands of people. How can she go back to that?
She is a very pretty girl with good taste who was in the right place at the right time. She made friends with women who had connections - other instamums. She has had money and gifts literally thrown at her. And instagram is new - it is an experiment.
Everything has a price. And sadly I think the Hoopers have sold their souls to the devil. For the price of their holidays, house, dishwashers, trainers. They have exchanged their children's privacy, their mental health, possibly their marriage. And sicko that I am I take a morbid fascination in watching it all like a car crash.
I'll probably get shot down in flames for saying this but I do feel sorry for Clemmie because I think that she is probably a lovely person and a great midwife. The fact the no one has come out of the woodwork to complain about her care or a poor outcome is a bloody miracle in someone who has been a midwife that long.