Sabrina is a consummate narcissist and thinks every mundane aspect of her life is riveting to the rest of us. She is so detached from reality, it’s frightening. She likes to style herself as a “positive Polly” yet preaches about kindness in an aggressive, almost threatening way, shouting and pointing her finger down the phone at people.
And the preaching is always self-serving and benefits her in some way “support x, y or z” which really means crawl up my arse, shower me with compliments and then buy my mugs, work in my salon, be a client in my salon, buy my hair products and fork out 2 grand to attend a course I’m not even qualified to certify. Once it’s funding her Foxford bed linen and luxury car, she couldn’t care less about kindness.
And she’s as shallow as they come, I don’t think she’s even capable of maintaining meaningful relationships with people because she’s so fickle. When Stepford Sandra was running for Fianna Failure, she was her “best friend in the world”, then when she was swanning around the world with Joico, Dodgy Denise was her “bestie/ hair wife” and at the weekend, Lisa from Verso was “my person” -all labelled as though they’re her personal possessions, which is essentially what they’re reduced to in the Sabrina Show.
She flicks through friendships like pages of a magazine, honing in on whoever she can feed off to serve her best interests at any given time and then discards them like rubbish when they’re no longer of benefit to her -she described Mar as being like a sister and suddenly she was gone and never referred to again. There was speculation that her husband was allegedly involved in something serious but she seemed to treat him like a lapdog -her personal servant and the man completely deferred to her every time she barked at him to do the bins or go out and fetch her ice-cream late at night. Of course, Sabrina would never see it that way because -lads, she’s sooo weak for herself, liiike