gossip_guy
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What a pointless video, even by Ruby standards. It's just a tiresome series of nonsensical lies and fake bullshit from the get-go.
Ruby claims she wanted to go to Oxford because she preferred the course at Oxford to the one at Cambridge. This after years of shouting "OXFORD, OXFORD, OXFORD!" and admitting here that she didn't even apply or consider applying anywhere else as a backup. And in the next breath shouts that she JANUINELY loves laaaahrning and academia and just JANUINELY wanted to do a Masters...but says that if she hadn't got into Oxford, she wouldn't be doing a Masters at all. She clearly just wanted an Oxford acceptance to "prove everyone wrong" and wave around as a trophy, beyond that, she couldn't care less about Oxford or academia.
Ruby's biggest regret from her GAP YAHHHH is that she didn't take a month out to just read, because this had been her dream since she was THARTEEEN (because THARTEEN is the new TWALVE, ever since she realised Tattle had clocked her habit of claiming every since major fake life accomplishment happened to her when she was TWALVE). This after claiming in vlog after vlog that she spends all day reading, alongside a litany of VARRY PRODOCKTIVE busywork tasks that couldn't been easily substituted with more reading. She says she couldn't just read for a month because she had to waaahrk at her school job. She had no problem simply not showing up to her "job" when she wanted to take several term-time holidays overseas, nor did this "waaahrk" seem to interfere with her doing nothing in particular for months on end.
Ruby addresses the question of whether "internat asstatticks" are harmful...by yammering incoherently for 5 minutes about the importance of not assigning labels to yourself, even though we needs asstatticks as shorthand for visual language, or some such nonsense. At no point does she address all the dumb-as-fuck, incredibly fake and superficial labels that darkly academical tea enthusiast pluviophile Ruby keeps assigning to herself for all to see in lieu of any actual interests or personality.
Ruby updates us on the writing process for the "bock" she's "corrantly wroyting" - the one she said earlier in the year that she'd be taking us through every step of - by telling us she can't talk about it at all. She says that Lottie Parton is dead forever and she's come to the conclusion that she ackshualleeee does not want to publish anything like that ever, but provides no further details.
This couldn't be more telling, since Ruby clearly latched onto a very commercially-friendly genre she hadn't shown even a superficial interest in before (YA mystery), grabbed a bunch of books in said genre, and tried to reverse-engineer a book from other people's ideas the same way she does essays, only with herself inserted as the main character (of course). Publishers wisely rejected it as fast as they could, and Ruby lost interest in writing in this genre the second she realised she couldn't use it as a magic ticket to an instant book deal. Naturally, Ruby paints her pulling the book as an act of artistic integrity, but quickly pivoted to ripping off Lemony Snicket for her next attempt, then whatever genre she's stealing from now, so it seems clear she's just robotically churning out a first draft in every genre she can until some niche publisher bites.
Ruby claims that studying English has drastically improved her creative writing and made her writing "more coherent". And then every poem, journal entry and story extract she posts is the same utterly incompetent, completely nonsensical shit about seagulls, the weather and people with mangled hands.
She also has a few huge zits growing on her cheek, which isn't anything noteworthy (although it might help her skin if she weren't sleeping in bedding that goes unchanged for 6-8 months at a time), but combined with her going overboard on the fake freckles again, I really thought she'd painted on three gigantic moles.
Ruby claims she wanted to go to Oxford because she preferred the course at Oxford to the one at Cambridge. This after years of shouting "OXFORD, OXFORD, OXFORD!" and admitting here that she didn't even apply or consider applying anywhere else as a backup. And in the next breath shouts that she JANUINELY loves laaaahrning and academia and just JANUINELY wanted to do a Masters...but says that if she hadn't got into Oxford, she wouldn't be doing a Masters at all. She clearly just wanted an Oxford acceptance to "prove everyone wrong" and wave around as a trophy, beyond that, she couldn't care less about Oxford or academia.
Ruby's biggest regret from her GAP YAHHHH is that she didn't take a month out to just read, because this had been her dream since she was THARTEEEN (because THARTEEN is the new TWALVE, ever since she realised Tattle had clocked her habit of claiming every since major fake life accomplishment happened to her when she was TWALVE). This after claiming in vlog after vlog that she spends all day reading, alongside a litany of VARRY PRODOCKTIVE busywork tasks that couldn't been easily substituted with more reading. She says she couldn't just read for a month because she had to waaahrk at her school job. She had no problem simply not showing up to her "job" when she wanted to take several term-time holidays overseas, nor did this "waaahrk" seem to interfere with her doing nothing in particular for months on end.
Ruby addresses the question of whether "internat asstatticks" are harmful...by yammering incoherently for 5 minutes about the importance of not assigning labels to yourself, even though we needs asstatticks as shorthand for visual language, or some such nonsense. At no point does she address all the dumb-as-fuck, incredibly fake and superficial labels that darkly academical tea enthusiast pluviophile Ruby keeps assigning to herself for all to see in lieu of any actual interests or personality.
Ruby updates us on the writing process for the "bock" she's "corrantly wroyting" - the one she said earlier in the year that she'd be taking us through every step of - by telling us she can't talk about it at all. She says that Lottie Parton is dead forever and she's come to the conclusion that she ackshualleeee does not want to publish anything like that ever, but provides no further details.
This couldn't be more telling, since Ruby clearly latched onto a very commercially-friendly genre she hadn't shown even a superficial interest in before (YA mystery), grabbed a bunch of books in said genre, and tried to reverse-engineer a book from other people's ideas the same way she does essays, only with herself inserted as the main character (of course). Publishers wisely rejected it as fast as they could, and Ruby lost interest in writing in this genre the second she realised she couldn't use it as a magic ticket to an instant book deal. Naturally, Ruby paints her pulling the book as an act of artistic integrity, but quickly pivoted to ripping off Lemony Snicket for her next attempt, then whatever genre she's stealing from now, so it seems clear she's just robotically churning out a first draft in every genre she can until some niche publisher bites.
Ruby claims that studying English has drastically improved her creative writing and made her writing "more coherent". And then every poem, journal entry and story extract she posts is the same utterly incompetent, completely nonsensical shit about seagulls, the weather and people with mangled hands.
She also has a few huge zits growing on her cheek, which isn't anything noteworthy (although it might help her skin if she weren't sleeping in bedding that goes unchanged for 6-8 months at a time), but combined with her going overboard on the fake freckles again, I really thought she'd painted on three gigantic moles.
i know her fans are weird but this is beyond sad
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