"Hallo it's Ryoobee and tyoday oiy'm gyowing tyoo bee showing yoo how tyoo ryomantisoize autumn and wintah."
Ahh, yes, that wonderful, romanticised autumnal crack den ambience! Nothing encapsulates the spirit of October quite like needing a tetanus shot because you got impaled on a rusty spring from the dilapidated drug shanty in your back yard.
"Thahr are repwortedly issues with ryomantisoizing your life," Ruby says, like there's some obscure scientific study about it.
Ruby, it's common bleeping sense for anyone with a trace of empathy who's dipped a toe in the real world to see why it's problematic for you to be telling people to romanticise everything, especially now.
There's a massive amount of people in the UK who will struggle to heat their homes this winter thanks to the Tory government you and your wealthy, tax-dodging family voted for. In the UK and farther afield this winter, many will lose their homes. Many will struggle to feed their families. Many people won't survive the winter. Nobody wants to hear some rich, spoiled, sheltered fuckwit who lives in a mansion with mummy and daddy and has never worked a day in their life telling everyone else how they should romanticise the cold months. Read the bleeping room, you absolute cretin.
"My life is easier to romanticise because I'm surrounded by trees. I work for myself, so I can run outside suddenly in the rain if I want to."
Good lord, she's completely unmoored from reality.
No, Ruby, you do not work for yourself. "Work" implies effort. Shitting out three shoddily-edited incompetent compilations of lies, undeclared ads and recycled footage a month is not work. Being near trees and wanting to run out in the rain is not the reason why people have issues with you saying people should romanticise their lives.
If you have to start a video with 12 disclaimers to say why the video you're introducing is really not problematic at all because you say so, you really shouldn't be making the video.
Two minutes in and, yet again, it's already full of ads, fucked up editing errors, rehashed b-roll and dogs barking over the audio because she was too bleeping lazy to record a second take. This is "work" apparently. I can't sit through this one. God, what a piece of tit.