Her room is getting so cluttered. At some point she'll struggle even more to relax or be productive there.
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She has so much stuff. When she was taking out her favourite sealing wax supplies and stickers and whatnot, my inner Marie Kondo was screaming to just toss the rest of it - she’s never going to get around to using it all so why not just keep the crap you love best and let the rest go?
Also the number of times she says ”out and about” in this video, apart from having the makings of a good drinking game, tells me she doesn’t actually ever go out.
The candle setup with the paper decorations on the wall is an even worse fire hazard than her windowsill. If she starts a fire right by the door and gets stuck inside, RIP Roomba. Can’t believe her mother is filming all this for her and saying nothing.
Also the number of times she says ”out and about” in this video, apart from having the makings of a good drinking game, tells me she doesn’t actually ever go out.
The candle setup with the paper decorations on the wall is an even worse fire hazard than her windowsill. If she starts a fire right by the door and gets stuck inside, RIP Roomba. Can’t believe her mother is filming all this for her and saying nothing.
She's probably afraid to throw out much of her old things because of her fear of growing up that's never gone away. Her room hasn't changed much from when she was 14, she's just accumulated more. 'Travel pencil case for going out and about', she's truly out of touch with reality.
The only way she's parting with that primary school desk is if their house burns down due to her stupidity with the candles.
The only way she's parting with that primary school desk is if their house burns down due to her stupidity with the candles.
Just wondering if Ruby is trying to be the new Emily Dickinson by secluding herself in her room even further by putting everything in there so she won't have to leave, am expecting her to get a fridge in there and a kettle and she won't leave.
Do wonder what her neighbours think of her running around the garden in her nightgown as they might see her. Also do you think her uni classmates knew about her YouTube and found her to be odd, I could see the people I went to uni with hate watching the videos and putting it in a group chat as it's so hard not to take the Micky out of her. She's simultaneously so old and childlike at the same time and still regressing even more each week.
Do wonder what her neighbours think of her running around the garden in her nightgown as they might see her. Also do you think her uni classmates knew about her YouTube and found her to be odd, I could see the people I went to uni with hate watching the videos and putting it in a group chat as it's so hard not to take the Micky out of her. She's simultaneously so old and childlike at the same time and still regressing even more each week.
Why does she need a travel pencil case, she's 22, she's not a student anymore and she never goes anywhere besides.
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Ikr they seem to have a pretty big house so I cannot imagine that there's no spare room or cuboard where she could fit this...
She should've just titled this video 'Ruby Tries Desperately to Make Her Childhood Regression Seem Normal and Avoid Therapy (AD)'.
So...her logic is that her regular desk--sorry, DASK--cannot be used for writing.
I mean, she's not wrong - it's been clear to everyone here that this small wedge of wood she calls a "DASK" isn't fit for purpose, especially now she's bought a giant iMac she didn't need to take up the entire space.
At this point, anyone with even a sliver of sense would go to Ikea or a used furniture place or somewhere to find a suitable desk and office chair if they'd just committed themselves to a year of deskbound writing.
Anyone else in Ruby's position would move into the house she bought for herself and utilise one of the many rooms there for a dedicated office. Or as a backup, why not put a desk in one of the dozen or so disused living rooms gathering dust in her family home and use that as a workspace?
Nah, Ruby's solution is to just take the battered old child's school desk "from CHARLDHOOD" that she had stored in the house and shove that in a cramped corner of her room, completely blocking the door so she presumably has to leave through the window now. Her new view while writing will be a blank wall with some stars hung on in - a bit of subliminal encouragement to try to help her believe that she's a gifted child star and not a rapidly aging moron with the mental capacity of a woodlouse.
Like everything she owns, this desk is full of dirt and mold.
There appears to be demonic black ectoplasm oozing out of it, and the sinister scrawl of some tormented soul has been etched into the desk's insides. Presumably this desk contains the trapped soul of some Victorian orphan, forever to remain inside until someone can read their cryptic message and free them from this eternal prison. Unfortunately, Ruby won't read anything longer than a dozen words, so it's endless desk-bound purgatory for that poor child's soul.
Instead of cleaning the desk in any way, she just filled it back up with redundant junk and childish nonsense, like her Matilda pencil case.
She then reminds everyone once again that she's a colossal idiot. Much as she might love to pretend she's the queen of organisation, planning and routine, she does nothing but fill her time with redundant, time-wasting busywork. That's as true in physical spaces as it is in all her digital planners and to-do lists.
She pulls out a "wroiyting slyope" in which she stores all of her letter-writing supplies. She rambles about how much she loves it and points out that it's "the PARFACT SARFASS FOR WROIYTING when you're out and about". Ruby never goes out anywhere, so I'm not sure how that's a selling point for her, or who in their right mind would be lugging this hefty case-full of crap around on a day out like, "Hold on, just gotta make sure I don't forget my keys, my phone and my back-breaking antique suitcase full of never-to-be-used notebooks - I'd be lost without that!" More importantly though, she notes that "there's a RAST hyarr for your PANS".
Not sure why you'd want to keep kitchenware in with your envelopes, but whatever.
After saying that she'll continue using this "wroyting slyope" in addition to the school desk and her other desk, she just gets right back to the infantile school desk situation.
So...what the duck was the point in showing this? It's a pointless inclusion, and all is does is show that she has endless amounts of redundant clutter in her room, the whole place is too cramped and full of useless crap, and not only is she not going to consolidate or make space by decluttering, she's going to add more unwieldy tit to her small room. What a dumbass.
She says that her first step to setting up her new writing space is to write a list of all the things she wants to keep in her baby-sized school desk. It quickly becomes clear that either she never writes anything, she's a braindead moron, or both. If she spent as much time writing longhand in books and journals as she claimed, she's already know what her most-used items and supplies are.
She also shows off some more of her writing.
"Everything is languid and
hot - so slow that
you can't hear it, and our
watches become
futile."
Pro tip, Ruby: Spend less time setting up multiple writing spaces and more time giving up on writing and getting a job, because you're not cut out for this in any way. This is complete drivel. Ruby can apparently now only write about the weather. She has no imagination, perspective or experience to draw from, so she exclusively writes about things she sees out her bedroom window, and even then she describes the weather as though it's the viewpoint of some illiterate alien.
She slaps Dance of the Little Swans on for the trillionth time and there's just an endless montage of her clattering about in drawers and banging all the stationery supplies that she never uses around to the point where her narration is inaudible.
She fills her desk up with 95% affectatious bullshit which she'll never use, like feather quills. She says she needs to keep a stockpile of stamps in there, too.
Some of the stamps are themed, and she reads out one with a literary quote on it. Add another word to the utterly endless list of words Ruby can't pronounce or doesn't understand. Sentinel is apparently pronounced "senni-tal" now - update your vocabularies accordingly.
As if she didn't have enough clutter, Ruby keeps saying she's bought additional stuff, like more stationery and this writing organiser, which she'll apparently lug around in addition to her "wroiyting slyope", I guess? She says that this, too, is perfect for when she'll be out and about. She'll apparently need a never-ending supply of writing utensils for when she makes the 10 foot journey to her back yard.
Ruby casually points out that there's so much random bullshit all over her room that some of it had to be stuffed in the back of her toddler-sized chair. Her mother is filming this whole thing, and neither of them stop to consider the sheer stupidity of this entire endeavour or the overwhelming creepiness of this 22-year-old woman trying to recreate her life when she was 11, living in a room with a child's bed, desk and chair, and kiddyish scrapbook decorations that the average 13-year-old would have outgrown.
While she's showing off the latest layer of her childhood regression, Ruby protest that she's really a mature grown-up who likes to go to libraries and coffee shops to write. Ruby hasn't shown herself in a coffee shop since she left uni. She spent the entirety of university avoiding the library. She goes nowhere and the sum total of her writing this year is a few incoherent poems.
But Ruby also has to keep pretending she goes out in public all the time because this video is sponsored by "Nyord V.P. Anne"! So, naturally, Ruby can't talk about VPN services without pretending she uses one in coffee shops. She couldn't even be bothered to go to the nearest coffee shop just to get a few minutes of footage of her using her laptop in public.
Ruby says she's been using NordVPN for over a year, as though she's a long-standing happy customer. She refuses to clarify that she's technically been using it for over a year only because that's how long they've been sponsoring her. She doesn't use the service outside sponsored videos and has never mentioned or shown herself doing so. It's all a complete mess of lies and stupidity. Ruby claims she's created a bulky portable writing setup for on-the-go literary sessions, but then says she'd be taking her laptop, too, because she has to advertise the sponsor. She's a stupid, deceitful little toad.
And if I worked at NordVPN and had paid Ruby for this video, I'd want my money back. As always, it's so sloppily filmed and edited. The sponsored section is almost entirely garbled with choppily-edited partial sentences. Thanks to her fake accent, weird cadence and her rushed, mush-mouthed slurred speech, it's all a complete mess. She announces that viewers can uses a code if they want to "styart yoosing Nyord V.P. Anne Tyoo!" and her inflection makes it sound like it's "Nord VPN 2: The Sequel to NordVPN".
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I went back switched on subtitles at this point, and they came to the same conclusion I did.
And then she completely butchers the sponsor name somehow and just doesn't bother with a second take.
That subtitle is entirely accurate. This brain-addled dipshit actually calls it GeorgeVPN. No second takes. No second brain cells, either - she's maxed out at one.
Back to the infantile desk fiasco, Ruby opens up her shrine to her childhood and says she wanted to put a scroll with her goals for the year inside.
Remember, Ruby uses all her own products and to-do lists, and they're all designed by her from the ground up to suit her needs, so she never has to do things like make goal scrolls out of scrap paper. Ruby couldn't figure out how to get the scroll to...scroll, so she gives up on the whole thing immediately rather than try a little hard, workshop ideas or even research ideas. Improvement isn't part of Ruby's toolset and if she can't be rewarded instantly, she isn't interested.
Instead, she just bolts a gigantic bleeping laundry peg to the underside of her desk lid, because it wasn't cluttered with enough cumbersome crap already. And of course, she shills some Ponkin' Poddocktivtea products that nobody's buying.
Her fake Emma Watson accent goes into overdrive as she mentions that they had a "A SPAAH CHAAH DOWNSTAAHS", which she immediately slams against the wardrobe.
Rubert the Barely Literate says that her parents said that she could put it in her room. This is Ruby's childhood chair/desk. Nobody else is going to want it. Nobody else is stupid enough to try sitting on this regularly as an adult. Why the duck is Ruby seeking permission from mummy and daddy how to decorate her room, other than as yet another desperate and pathetic way that she gets to feel like a child again?
She inadvertently pokes holes in more of her own lies as she claims that she'll use the back of her chair to store many "nyotebocks"...including the travel notebook that she'll use when she's "out on the gyo". Y'know, the thing that belongs in that travel writing organiser thing she was just pretending she'll use.
Sooo...every time Ruby goes on an imaginary outing, she's got like seventeen different hefty stashes of crap she expects people to believe she's taking? Yeah, I'm not buying it, Rubes.
Ruby's back at her iMac in her destroyed armchair, and somehow this spine-mangling, eye-straining setup is now the second worst seating situation in Ruby's room. She has yet to explain why she decided not to get anything resembling a comfortable chair designed for adults. I mean, it's obvious why, but I'd love to hear Ruby's excuse.
She takes a break from destroying her eyesight and vertebrae to "rearrange the Pode-aroid pictures". Pode-aroid.
For some reason she then starts unpacking even more clutter, pulling her moldy steamer trunk from under her bed. It's a flimsy excuse to shoehorn in another undeclared ad for snack bars which she keeps in there.
In case this video weren't a creepy enough reminder of her childhood fixation, she reveals that she keeps a stockpile of photos of young children under her bed, because that's not terrifying or anything.
After shining a massive light on just how cramped and cluttered her room is and how much worse she's made the situation, she gleefully announces that she's ordered even more tit from "AT-Sea". Ruby disingenuously virtue-signals that she always tries to support small businesses when we know she always goes out of her way to avoid showing any support for independent shops. She refuses to name independent shops she might visit in Instagram posts to provide them with much-needed advertising and instead desperately mentions Waterstones as much as she can to chase a sponsorship.
So did she finally see sense and order an office chair and a proper desk? Nope.
Dumbass claims she needs an antique letter organiser. Y'know, to organise all those letters that nobody sends her. "JANUINELY, THIS IS PARRFACT."
Naturally, she mentions that it's VARRY EXPANSIVE, as though £30 isn't just pocket change to her.
JUST BUY A bleeping PROPER DESK AND CHAIR ALREADY, RUBY.
You can even get ones that suit the Dark Academia aesthetic that you keep claiming to love. You have all the money in the world to buy a gorgeous, spacious vintage mahogany or walnut desk and a nice ergonomic leather-look or Chesterfield-style office chair to match. But, of course, those are things an adult would use, so Ruby wants no part of it. Next she'll decide her bed is too grown up and buy a vintage rocking crib to sleep in.
Moving on to the "finishing TOTCHES" and Ruby decided that there weren't enough fire hazards in her room already so she sets a candle up where it'll immediately set her whole bleeping wall ablaze. And then there's a child's initial coaster, because apparently Etsy were fresh out of these:
Even though Ruby has ink pots aplenty, she decides to also fill the inkwell in her battered and moldy desk, which is 100% going to leak and wreck everything inside. And after all the talk of this being a desk for writing in "nyotebocks" and "latters", Ruby just goes ahead and dumps a bleeping great big typewriter on it and then awkwardly stabs at random keys like a toddler let loose in her parent's office. She is never going to use this thing.
Yeah...this is definitely going to end well...
(Reminder: Her mother is the one filming this. Neither one of these braindead fuckwits sees the obvious problem with setting fires close to flammable materials.)
Ruby again points out that she now has two desks in her room - one has her computer and the other is this shrine to primary school blocking her doorway. She practically drops all pretence of this being a practical decision that can be explained rationally and just says it's "a step back in toime, which is rilly noice." Again, her mother doesn't point out how unhealthy any of this insanity is.
She rambles on about how wonderful her "DASK" is and the "poldaroids" and all the infantile bullshit she's assembled, all the while she's wildly gesticulating with her hands, waving her arm about and nearly knocking the bleeping candle over.
Ruby's rambling again, but then there's a random cutaway and presumably her mum grew a brain cell and told Ruby to remove the candle off-camera, because it cuts back and Ruby's sheepishly relocating the candle to her other desk.
Reminder: It's broad daylight and it's an unscented candle - there's no need to be lighting them at all, especially if you're Ruby and have zero mental faculties, hand-eye coordination or attention span.
She shows the inside of the desk again and just repeats all the stuff she already said earlier in the video. This was obviously filmed across multiple days for some reason as evidenced by the 257 outfit changes, so Ruby evidently didn't bother checking any footage and just repeated a bunch of stuff.
She points out that she also has a travel pencil case for if she goes "out and about". So that's another pack of redundant crap she expects people to believe she takes with her on these imaginary trips outdoors.
(Ruby apparently going "out and about".)
She also points out an "Ed Grallenpo" notebook that she keeps in her desk, full of handwriting by "Ed Grallenpo". I assume this is one of Ruby's neighbours or childhood teachers. I wonder if he knows his handwriting is a lot like Edgar Allen Poe's.
By this point I started to picture a look of dawning realisation and utter dread on Mother Granger's face as she filmed her daughter gleefully rattling off a list of all her favourite things like a small child showing off their room on their very first playdate, after having adorned her room with pictures of small children and turning her entire room into a creepy cocoon of infantilised insanity. If I were a parent and saw this happening with my 22-year-old child, I'd borrow some of that stationery to start sending out invites to her intervention. This is complete lunacy.
Ruby caps off the video by insisting that this is all "VARRY LATTER-WRITING FYOCUSED". It just comes off as desperate deflection to avoid acknowledging that she's making zero progress writing (or in general) since leaving uni and just wants to be a child again, so she's gone even further in her crusade to turn her room into a time capsule of childhood regression. Mother Granger had better start wearing jeans at all times, because at this rate, Ruby's probably going to try to climb back into the womb.
So...her logic is that her regular desk--sorry, DASK--cannot be used for writing.
I mean, she's not wrong - it's been clear to everyone here that this small wedge of wood she calls a "DASK" isn't fit for purpose, especially now she's bought a giant iMac she didn't need to take up the entire space.
At this point, anyone with even a sliver of sense would go to Ikea or a used furniture place or somewhere to find a suitable desk and office chair if they'd just committed themselves to a year of deskbound writing.
Anyone else in Ruby's position would move into the house she bought for herself and utilise one of the many rooms there for a dedicated office. Or as a backup, why not put a desk in one of the dozen or so disused living rooms gathering dust in her family home and use that as a workspace?
Nah, Ruby's solution is to just take the battered old child's school desk "from CHARLDHOOD" that she had stored in the house and shove that in a cramped corner of her room, completely blocking the door so she presumably has to leave through the window now. Her new view while writing will be a blank wall with some stars hung on in - a bit of subliminal encouragement to try to help her believe that she's a gifted child star and not a rapidly aging moron with the mental capacity of a woodlouse.
Like everything she owns, this desk is full of dirt and mold.
There appears to be demonic black ectoplasm oozing out of it, and the sinister scrawl of some tormented soul has been etched into the desk's insides. Presumably this desk contains the trapped soul of some Victorian orphan, forever to remain inside until someone can read their cryptic message and free them from this eternal prison. Unfortunately, Ruby won't read anything longer than a dozen words, so it's endless desk-bound purgatory for that poor child's soul.
Instead of cleaning the desk in any way, she just filled it back up with redundant junk and childish nonsense, like her Matilda pencil case.
She then reminds everyone once again that she's a colossal idiot. Much as she might love to pretend she's the queen of organisation, planning and routine, she does nothing but fill her time with redundant, time-wasting busywork. That's as true in physical spaces as it is in all her digital planners and to-do lists.
She pulls out a "wroiyting slyope" in which she stores all of her letter-writing supplies. She rambles about how much she loves it and points out that it's "the PARFACT SARFASS FOR WROIYTING when you're out and about". Ruby never goes out anywhere, so I'm not sure how that's a selling point for her, or who in their right mind would be lugging this hefty case-full of crap around on a day out like, "Hold on, just gotta make sure I don't forget my keys, my phone and my back-breaking antique suitcase full of never-to-be-used notebooks - I'd be lost without that!" More importantly though, she notes that "there's a RAST hyarr for your PANS".
Not sure why you'd want to keep kitchenware in with your envelopes, but whatever.
After saying that she'll continue using this "wroyting slyope" in addition to the school desk and her other desk, she just gets right back to the infantile school desk situation.
So...what the duck was the point in showing this? It's a pointless inclusion, and all is does is show that she has endless amounts of redundant clutter in her room, the whole place is too cramped and full of useless crap, and not only is she not going to consolidate or make space by decluttering, she's going to add more unwieldy tit to her small room. What a dumbass.
She says that her first step to setting up her new writing space is to write a list of all the things she wants to keep in her baby-sized school desk. It quickly becomes clear that either she never writes anything, she's a braindead moron, or both. If she spent as much time writing longhand in books and journals as she claimed, she's already know what her most-used items and supplies are.
She also shows off some more of her writing.
"Everything is languid and
hot - so slow that
you can't hear it, and our
watches become
futile."
Pro tip, Ruby: Spend less time setting up multiple writing spaces and more time giving up on writing and getting a job, because you're not cut out for this in any way. This is complete drivel. Ruby can apparently now only write about the weather. She has no imagination, perspective or experience to draw from, so she exclusively writes about things she sees out her bedroom window, and even then she describes the weather as though it's the viewpoint of some illiterate alien.
She slaps Dance of the Little Swans on for the trillionth time and there's just an endless montage of her clattering about in drawers and banging all the stationery supplies that she never uses around to the point where her narration is inaudible.
She fills her desk up with 95% affectatious bullshit which she'll never use, like feather quills. She says she needs to keep a stockpile of stamps in there, too.
Some of the stamps are themed, and she reads out one with a literary quote on it. Add another word to the utterly endless list of words Ruby can't pronounce or doesn't understand. Sentinel is apparently pronounced "senni-tal" now - update your vocabularies accordingly.
As if she didn't have enough clutter, Ruby keeps saying she's bought additional stuff, like more stationery and this writing organiser, which she'll apparently lug around in addition to her "wroiyting slyope", I guess? She says that this, too, is perfect for when she'll be out and about. She'll apparently need a never-ending supply of writing utensils for when she makes the 10 foot journey to her back yard.
Ruby casually points out that there's so much random bullshit all over her room that some of it had to be stuffed in the back of her toddler-sized chair. Her mother is filming this whole thing, and neither of them stop to consider the sheer stupidity of this entire endeavour or the overwhelming creepiness of this 22-year-old woman trying to recreate her life when she was 11, living in a room with a child's bed, desk and chair, and kiddyish scrapbook decorations that the average 13-year-old would have outgrown.
While she's showing off the latest layer of her childhood regression, Ruby protest that she's really a mature grown-up who likes to go to libraries and coffee shops to write. Ruby hasn't shown herself in a coffee shop since she left uni. She spent the entirety of university avoiding the library. She goes nowhere and the sum total of her writing this year is a few incoherent poems.
But Ruby also has to keep pretending she goes out in public all the time because this video is sponsored by "Nyord V.P. Anne"! So, naturally, Ruby can't talk about VPN services without pretending she uses one in coffee shops. She couldn't even be bothered to go to the nearest coffee shop just to get a few minutes of footage of her using her laptop in public.
Ruby says she's been using NordVPN for over a year, as though she's a long-standing happy customer. She refuses to clarify that she's technically been using it for over a year only because that's how long they've been sponsoring her. She doesn't use the service outside sponsored videos and has never mentioned or shown herself doing so. It's all a complete mess of lies and stupidity. Ruby claims she's created a bulky portable writing setup for on-the-go literary sessions, but then says she'd be taking her laptop, too, because she has to advertise the sponsor. She's a stupid, deceitful little toad.
And if I worked at NordVPN and had paid Ruby for this video, I'd want my money back. As always, it's so sloppily filmed and edited. The sponsored section is almost entirely garbled with choppily-edited partial sentences. Thanks to her fake accent, weird cadence and her rushed, mush-mouthed slurred speech, it's all a complete mess. She announces that viewers can uses a code if they want to "styart yoosing Nyord V.P. Anne Tyoo!" and her inflection makes it sound like it's "Nord VPN 2: The Sequel to NordVPN".
I went back switched on subtitles at this point, and they came to the same conclusion I did.
And then she completely butchers the sponsor name somehow and just doesn't bother with a second take.
That subtitle is entirely accurate. This brain-addled dipshit actually calls it GeorgeVPN. No second takes. No second brain cells, either - she's maxed out at one.
Back to the infantile desk fiasco, Ruby opens up her shrine to her childhood and says she wanted to put a scroll with her goals for the year inside.
Remember, Ruby uses all her own products and to-do lists, and they're all designed by her from the ground up to suit her needs, so she never has to do things like make goal scrolls out of scrap paper. Ruby couldn't figure out how to get the scroll to...scroll, so she gives up on the whole thing immediately rather than try a little hard, workshop ideas or even research ideas. Improvement isn't part of Ruby's toolset and if she can't be rewarded instantly, she isn't interested.
Instead, she just bolts a gigantic bleeping laundry peg to the underside of her desk lid, because it wasn't cluttered with enough cumbersome crap already. And of course, she shills some Ponkin' Poddocktivtea products that nobody's buying.
Her fake Emma Watson accent goes into overdrive as she mentions that they had a "A SPAAH CHAAH DOWNSTAAHS", which she immediately slams against the wardrobe.
Rubert the Barely Literate says that her parents said that she could put it in her room. This is Ruby's childhood chair/desk. Nobody else is going to want it. Nobody else is stupid enough to try sitting on this regularly as an adult. Why the duck is Ruby seeking permission from mummy and daddy how to decorate her room, other than as yet another desperate and pathetic way that she gets to feel like a child again?
She inadvertently pokes holes in more of her own lies as she claims that she'll use the back of her chair to store many "nyotebocks"...including the travel notebook that she'll use when she's "out on the gyo". Y'know, the thing that belongs in that travel writing organiser thing she was just pretending she'll use.
Sooo...every time Ruby goes on an imaginary outing, she's got like seventeen different hefty stashes of crap she expects people to believe she's taking? Yeah, I'm not buying it, Rubes.
Ruby's back at her iMac in her destroyed armchair, and somehow this spine-mangling, eye-straining setup is now the second worst seating situation in Ruby's room. She has yet to explain why she decided not to get anything resembling a comfortable chair designed for adults. I mean, it's obvious why, but I'd love to hear Ruby's excuse.
She takes a break from destroying her eyesight and vertebrae to "rearrange the Pode-aroid pictures". Pode-aroid.
For some reason she then starts unpacking even more clutter, pulling her moldy steamer trunk from under her bed. It's a flimsy excuse to shoehorn in another undeclared ad for snack bars which she keeps in there.
In case this video weren't a creepy enough reminder of her childhood fixation, she reveals that she keeps a stockpile of photos of young children under her bed, because that's not terrifying or anything.
After shining a massive light on just how cramped and cluttered her room is and how much worse she's made the situation, she gleefully announces that she's ordered even more tit from "AT-Sea". Ruby disingenuously virtue-signals that she always tries to support small businesses when we know she always goes out of her way to avoid showing any support for independent shops. She refuses to name independent shops she might visit in Instagram posts to provide them with much-needed advertising and instead desperately mentions Waterstones as much as she can to chase a sponsorship.
So did she finally see sense and order an office chair and a proper desk? Nope.
Dumbass claims she needs an antique letter organiser. Y'know, to organise all those letters that nobody sends her. "JANUINELY, THIS IS PARRFACT."
Naturally, she mentions that it's VARRY EXPANSIVE, as though £30 isn't just pocket change to her.
JUST BUY A bleeping PROPER DESK AND CHAIR ALREADY, RUBY.
You can even get ones that suit the Dark Academia aesthetic that you keep claiming to love. You have all the money in the world to buy a gorgeous, spacious vintage mahogany or walnut desk and a nice ergonomic leather-look or Chesterfield-style office chair to match. But, of course, those are things an adult would use, so Ruby wants no part of it. Next she'll decide her bed is too grown up and buy a vintage rocking crib to sleep in.
Moving on to the "finishing TOTCHES" and Ruby decided that there weren't enough fire hazards in her room already so she sets a candle up where it'll immediately set her whole bleeping wall ablaze. And then there's a child's initial coaster, because apparently Etsy were fresh out of these:
Even though Ruby has ink pots aplenty, she decides to also fill the inkwell in her battered and moldy desk, which is 100% going to leak and wreck everything inside. And after all the talk of this being a desk for writing in "nyotebocks" and "latters", Ruby just goes ahead and dumps a bleeping great big typewriter on it and then awkwardly stabs at random keys like a toddler let loose in her parent's office. She is never going to use this thing.
Yeah...this is definitely going to end well...
(Reminder: Her mother is the one filming this. Neither one of these braindead fuckwits sees the obvious problem with setting fires close to flammable materials.)
Ruby again points out that she now has two desks in her room - one has her computer and the other is this shrine to primary school blocking her doorway. She practically drops all pretence of this being a practical decision that can be explained rationally and just says it's "a step back in toime, which is rilly noice." Again, her mother doesn't point out how unhealthy any of this insanity is.
She rambles on about how wonderful her "DASK" is and the "poldaroids" and all the infantile bullshit she's assembled, all the while she's wildly gesticulating with her hands, waving her arm about and nearly knocking the bleeping candle over.
Ruby's rambling again, but then there's a random cutaway and presumably her mum grew a brain cell and told Ruby to remove the candle off-camera, because it cuts back and Ruby's sheepishly relocating the candle to her other desk.
Reminder: It's broad daylight and it's an unscented candle - there's no need to be lighting them at all, especially if you're Ruby and have zero mental faculties, hand-eye coordination or attention span.
She shows the inside of the desk again and just repeats all the stuff she already said earlier in the video. This was obviously filmed across multiple days for some reason as evidenced by the 257 outfit changes, so Ruby evidently didn't bother checking any footage and just repeated a bunch of stuff.
She points out that she also has a travel pencil case for if she goes "out and about". So that's another pack of redundant crap she expects people to believe she takes with her on these imaginary trips outdoors.
(Ruby apparently going "out and about".)
She also points out an "Ed Grallenpo" notebook that she keeps in her desk, full of handwriting by "Ed Grallenpo". I assume this is one of Ruby's neighbours or childhood teachers. I wonder if he knows his handwriting is a lot like Edgar Allen Poe's.
By this point I started to picture a look of dawning realisation and utter dread on Mother Granger's face as she filmed her daughter gleefully rattling off a list of all her favourite things like a small child showing off their room on their very first playdate, after having adorned her room with pictures of small children and turning her entire room into a creepy cocoon of infantilised insanity. If I were a parent and saw this happening with my 22-year-old child, I'd borrow some of that stationery to start sending out invites to her intervention. This is complete lunacy.
Ruby caps off the video by insisting that this is all "VARRY LATTER-WRITING FYOCUSED". It just comes off as desperate deflection to avoid acknowledging that she's making zero progress writing (or in general) since leaving uni and just wants to be a child again, so she's gone even further in her crusade to turn her room into a time capsule of childhood regression. Mother Granger had better start wearing jeans at all times, because at this rate, Ruby's probably going to try to climb back into the womb.
I got an urge to go all Marie Kondo with her belongings too. She has so many cluttery things. Pretty sure cluttery isn't a word, but you know what I mean.
It makes me genuinely worried when people talk about her room being a fire hazard. They're not wrong. I hope she reads these comments and is extra careful with the candles and stray paper.
She's at risk of developing agoraphobia imo. Ruby doesn't fit the diagnostic criteria right now, but it's something that can develop when a person has anxiety along with avoidance behaviours. Agoraphobic people normally want to go outside, whereas I don't think Ruby has any desire to leave home. Still, I can see it progressing into that if she's not careful. I've defended her parents in the past, but they honestly seem too complacent about Ruby's more unhealthy behaviours.
Off Topic- Sorry not Sorry 
I bought Ruby's Kindness Journal months ago when I was going through a hard time in my life and wanted to just have it as a physical reminder to be kind, no matter what I'm personally going through. Anyway, today I finally decided to write something in it because a lot of kind things have happened to me in recent days... What can I say.. The paper quality is really bad. It's all plastic-y, like the inside of the cover of a book. You know, that 'paper' you can't even write on because it's like plastic. I used a biro, gel pens, a fountain pen, a pencil, nothing writes on this crappy 'paper'! I'm mad because I've no idea what pen to use that will actually stick and write. I've added a photo of my 'lovely' handwriting of a made up story on this crappy paper. The slower I write the worse it is.. No wonder hardly anyone is buying this.. Some of the quotes and stuff inside are cute and relatable and the covers are nice, but that's about it. So, not that anyone here is thinking of buying it but if you are, don't. Buy someone else's.
I bought Ruby's Kindness Journal months ago when I was going through a hard time in my life and wanted to just have it as a physical reminder to be kind, no matter what I'm personally going through. Anyway, today I finally decided to write something in it because a lot of kind things have happened to me in recent days... What can I say.. The paper quality is really bad. It's all plastic-y, like the inside of the cover of a book. You know, that 'paper' you can't even write on because it's like plastic. I used a biro, gel pens, a fountain pen, a pencil, nothing writes on this crappy 'paper'! I'm mad because I've no idea what pen to use that will actually stick and write. I've added a photo of my 'lovely' handwriting of a made up story on this crappy paper. The slower I write the worse it is.. No wonder hardly anyone is buying this.. Some of the quotes and stuff inside are cute and relatable and the covers are nice, but that's about it. So, not that anyone here is thinking of buying it but if you are, don't. Buy someone else's.
The thing is though, I watch a lot of Youtube and none of the videos I've watched so far which had paid ads in them, were obvious before clicking. Only after starting the video and getting to that point or after reading the info box was it clear the video was paid for or there was a paid ad in it.
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It seems Ruby can not only misspell easy words, but can also misread or mispronounce easy words. I watched the first 6 minutes of her 'I created my own dream blabla' video and noticed there was a cut before 'sentinel' at 5:19 yet she still managed to mispronounce it. It's sen-tih-nal not sen-neh-tal. I'll never understand how she managed to pass her University exams.
Edit: The way she pronounces ambience hurts my ears. Yes it's the British English pronunciation but it's a French word, and that's not how you pronounce it in French. Didn't she take french at some point?? She should know how to pronounce words correctly.
Edit: The way she pronounces ambience hurts my ears. Yes it's the British English pronunciation but it's a French word, and that's not how you pronounce it in French. Didn't she take french at some point?? She should know how to pronounce words correctly.
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Her mother is probably acting like this:
I don’t think her parents realise she’s got issues. They seem to enable her.
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She's going to be an embryo soon if she doesn't stop regressing. She is not okay mentally.
Her sister marrrrrrrfa (or however she spells it) will probably calm down, hold down a full time job, move out soon. By contrast Ruby will be wearing pigtails and nightgowns at 6pm, muttering to herself in the garden.
I think she should go on a residential writing course or something related to her craft. That way, she gets to write, spend time with fellow writers and also experience something outside of home and school/uni.
Her dream to become a writer, like everything else, seems to be focused on aesthetics and not much else. Didn't she buy an iMac specifically so she could use it for writing, because her laptop wasn't enough apparently? Now she's decided she needs a writing desk for writing by hand too? Is she going to write by hand or type then? And is she going to use her typewriter or do the sensible thing and use the very expensive laptop she owns instead of a vintage form of technology that has been practically extinct for at least 30 years? She's an adult and she's trying and make this into her lifelong career and she already has no clue what she's doing.
We all know the answer is that any kind of writing she manages to produce is going to receive the same treatment as her uni notes and she's going to waste a lot of time copying it from one medium to another just to feel productive.
We all know the answer is that any kind of writing she manages to produce is going to receive the same treatment as her uni notes and she's going to waste a lot of time copying it from one medium to another just to feel productive.
Ruby reminds me of that scene in Labyrinth where the Junk Lady keeps piling all of Sarah’s childhood possessions on her back to keep her from escaping. Ruby just seems to be surrounding herself with so much stuff so that she’ll never have to leave her bedroom.
I also can’t help but watch this and think of hikikomori - the phenomenon of severe social withdrawal where people lock themselves into their rooms for years on end. I mean, Ruby does currently go out (on safe trips to safe places, usually accompanied by mummy and daddy) but you can totally see that if her parents even tried to stop enabling her she’d just withdraw into her room completely.
I also can’t help but watch this and think of hikikomori - the phenomenon of severe social withdrawal where people lock themselves into their rooms for years on end. I mean, Ruby does currently go out (on safe trips to safe places, usually accompanied by mummy and daddy) but you can totally see that if her parents even tried to stop enabling her she’d just withdraw into her room completely.
In fairness, I’m going into my fourth year of French at uni and I’d never pronounce ‘ambience’ with a French accent. Even though the word comes from French most loanwords (from any language) in English do end up, to varying extents, having the English pronunciation be the correct one. I think there’s a danger of sounding a bit pretentious if you stick too closely to the sounds of the source language (not that that is something that would deter Ruby!).
Each language has its particular phonetic patterns and norms, and switching to those of another language mid-sentence, more often than not, just sounds weird and unnatural. And if you did that with every borrowed word from any language, nobody know what you were saying because your speech would be a jumble of accents, each language having its own ‘logic’ which tells native speakers how a vowel should sound in a particular word etc. — at least 75% of English words are borrowed from other languages, at different stages in history.
If everyone who had studied French was expected to use the original pronunciation it probably wouldn’t be too hard to understand because a lot of people have some idea of the phonetics of French and could figure out what you meant, and French is not too different from English anyway. But what happens when the source language in question is not even distantly related to English? Is a polyglot who speaks 10+ languages supposed to pronounce every borrowing from one of their languages in the original way? Language and communication exists to connect with other people, not to alienate them by using a pronunciation of a word which they don’t understand. I know that this is more extreme than the example you gave, but the concept is the same.
I think she's just finding endless distractions and excuses for why she's not writing.
"Whal, it JANUINELY can't be becoz oiy just have nyo imannijation and dyon't enjoy wroiyting! That's preponsterous! Wroiyting is moiy idantitee! I johst need the pahhfact tyools for the job! An iMac will dyo the trick! Y'oh nyo, that didn't waahrk! Whal, it mohst be because oiy need to wroiyte by haahnd, like the great wroytahs of yohlden toiymes. Y'oh nyoo, that didn't waahrk oyther. Whal Stephen Kyang wroiytes with a toyproytah, syo that's what oiy'll dyo. Hmm, it appyeahhs I have wroytah's block, cleahly. All wroytahs have that. I johst need the pahhfact myood board. Nyo, the pahhfact ink pot! Nyo, the pahhfact ink blottah!"
She'll keep doing this for the rest of the year. It's "I'll start writing when..." syndrome. If she genuinely enjoyed writing and had an abundance of ideas and inspiration like she claims, she'd do it with just a laptop. And if she starts looking for excuses not to write, she'll never stop finding them.
She's months into her gap year and still hasn't written anything. There's been no writing content on her channel. There doesn't appear to have been any interest in Lyottie Pahhkahh from publishers, and she only got that finished because she just recycled Erimentha Parker (and added in some stolen YA mystery plot points), which itself was just a bunch of ripped off middle-grade bullying tropes with herself as the main character. She bailed on Camp Nanowrimo, and her plan there was to just recycle her children's writing uni assignments anyway.
She just doesn't want to acknowledge that she has no imagination, no talent for or interest in writing and will find any excuse to justify and delay why she isn't writing.
She'll keep shitting out terrible poems about the weather and nature for a hit of praise from her blindly adoring fans and keep coming up with superficial distractions and excuses for why she's not writing anything more.
All the while, she'll be contantly reminded that she's not gifted or special or talented, and a book deal won't just fall into her lap. She'll retreat further into her childhood coccoon to avoid acknowledging that she's not 12 anymore, she's not a precocious genius, she's just an unemployed idiot layabout who squandered all her opportunities and has no career prospects.
I did NaNoWriMo as a teen, you can write utter drivel so long as you get to the target word count, the idea being you just get your ideas on the page so then at the end of the challenge you have something to edit, play with, etc. I managed it, but realised that whilst it was a fun challenge it wasn’t something I wanted to do again, as i’m not really a natural writer. However, to an aspiring writer such as Ruby, such a challenge would surely be SYOOOOO MACH FAN! Because it gives the opportunity to WROITE lots and lots of WAAAAARRRRDS and be INSPIRED and the process can be SYOOO AESTHETIC, spending a month WROITING on AESTHETIC DASKS with iced POMPKIN lattes and cozy BLANKATS….etc.
She’s missing a trick because she could have done a whole vlog series on NaNoWriMo with regular progress updates. As you say, it’s clear she’s not actually writing anything and is stuck for ideas. I wonder if the Lottie book is quietly dropped after a certain amount of time, surely the agent needs successful clients on their roster.
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Honestly, Ruby reminds me more and more of Eugenia Cooney. I think this has been pointed out here already. It's scary and it makes me want to help her. Eugenia is the most extreme case I know of a person who is trapped in an imaginative childhood. She has been severely anorexic for like a decade (to the point where you can't understand how she's still alive), never goes outside, only interacts through YouTube, has a pathological obsession with cosplay, stuffed animals, toys and whatever and is incapable of doing anything independently from her mom. She's physically unable to do normal things because of her extreme weakness, but also, she has never learnt normal "adult" things such as cooking and asks unbelievably stupid things when finally doing such things in front of her camera. It's heartbreaking to watch. I think Ruby's parents are actually okay, they probably close their eyes to Ruby's problems and like to think that everything's good, but they wouldn't enable her to the extent Eugenia's mom does. They would do something if the situation got really bad.
Honestly, Ruby reminds me more and more of Eugenia Cooney. I think this has been pointed out here already. It's scary and it makes me want to help her. Eugenia is the most extreme case I know of a person who is trapped in an imaginative childhood. She has been severely anorexic for like a decade (to the point where you can't understand how she's still alive), never goes outside, only interacts through YouTube, has a pathological obsession with cosplay, stuffed animals, toys and whatever and is incapable of doing anything independently from her mom. She's physically unable to do normal things because of her extreme weakness, but also, she has never learnt normal "adult" things such as cooking and asks unbelievably stupid things when finally doing such things in front of her camera. It's heartbreaking to watch. I think Ruby's parents are actually okay, they probably close their eyes to Ruby's problems and like to think that everything's good, but they wouldn't enable her to the extent Eugenia's mom does. They would do something if the situation got really bad.
Her content is really outdated and uninteresting in comparison to other slow living/academia/studytubers/booktubers I follow. Her videos could have been filmed in 2015. She doesn't engage with pop culture, she doesn't try new trends or new things. She's been using roughly the same video ideas for years.
She could try cottagecore/slow living games that are quite popular right now like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley. She could make videos about trying new hobbies that are sort of her vibe like crocheting or bullet journaling or scrapbooking or language learning or cooking. She could make "declutter with me" videos. She could lean more into the booktube side and do reading challenges or reading vlogs where she actually tries new genres. She could make fun videos with her sister like "I swapped wardrobes with my sister" or "I lived like my sister for a day". She could talk more of her other hobbies like surfing and yoga.
Every now and then she comes up with a good idea. The Victorian-themed stuff she put out last year was a good idea imo, she just executed it badly (except the Victorian food video, that was just a bad idea to start with). And when she goes out and does stuff her vlogs are more entertaining than usual. But it's drowned in a sea of study vlogs and morning routines that haven't changed since 2019.
She could try cottagecore/slow living games that are quite popular right now like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley. She could make videos about trying new hobbies that are sort of her vibe like crocheting or bullet journaling or scrapbooking or language learning or cooking. She could make "declutter with me" videos. She could lean more into the booktube side and do reading challenges or reading vlogs where she actually tries new genres. She could make fun videos with her sister like "I swapped wardrobes with my sister" or "I lived like my sister for a day". She could talk more of her other hobbies like surfing and yoga.
Every now and then she comes up with a good idea. The Victorian-themed stuff she put out last year was a good idea imo, she just executed it badly (except the Victorian food video, that was just a bad idea to start with). And when she goes out and does stuff her vlogs are more entertaining than usual. But it's drowned in a sea of study vlogs and morning routines that haven't changed since 2019.
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