Morning routines have become a nightmare thanks to these overconsumption-obsessed influencers.
Cutting up $20 worth of fruit just to dunk your face in an ice bowl for 10 seconds, opening a fresh bottle of water for the same purpose. Face masks, hair bonnets, mouth tape, nasal openers, belly button plugs for castor oil, breast pillows to prevent wrinkles, endless supplements, and a lineup of overpriced face products. Every morning, it’s a new turmeric-ginger shot, a fresh bottle of green juice, and throwing away the rest of a banana just to use the peel as a scrub. Hair rollers under bonnets, minoxidil, derma rollers—it’s absurd.
What’s worse is the impact on teenagers who see these posts and feel like they need to keep up. These routines cost upwards of $100 a day, contribute to growing landfills with all the plastic waste, and are completely unnecessary.... Read Full Rant
If I hit the jackpot, life would finally open up to possibilities I’ve only dreamed of. The freedom to chase passions, embrace opportunities, and genuinely live—that’s what having money means to me.
Without it, everything feels like a closed door. It’s exhausting to live with just the bare minimum, scraping by while watching your energy, drive, and potential slowly erode. And when you add the weight of genetic challenges into the mix, it feels like the world is working against you.
Money wouldn’t just change my circumstances; it would amplify who I am—turning struggles into strength, restrictions into freedom, and turning a dull, constrained existence into something vibrant and meaningful.
My mom drives me absolutely up the wall. Ever since she lost her job as a special ed teacher in January, I’ve been financially supporting her. Recently, I had a gout flare-up in my foot and couldn’t walk. I gave her money and asked for a few essentials—medication, some weed from the dispensary, and food that wouldn’t make my condition worse. What did she bring? A half-empty bottle of acetaminophen, a tiny amount of street weed wrapped in a napkin, and six ham and cheese Hot Pockets—foods I can’t even eat because they trigger my gout.
Whenever she needs something, I step up. But when I need help, it’s like she puts in the bare minimum effort, and I’m left dealing with the consequences. She hasn’t even applied for a new job because she can’t figure out how to update her résumé. It’s the same pattern I’ve... Read Full Rant
I’m honestly so tired of seeing women in their 20s treated like children. It’s frustrating to watch society infantilize grown women as if we’re incapable of making adult decisions. There’s this recent drama about a pop singer claiming she doesn’t know any parents her age who aren’t miserable. She’s 27! Somehow, this ignited a chorus of people agreeing that women her age are 'too young' for parenthood.
This isn’t new. There’s this persistent notion that women over 23 are still kids because 'your brain isn’t fully developed until 25,' so clearly we’re immature and incapable of functioning as adults. As a 28-year-old woman, let me be clear: I’m a young adult, but I’m still an adult. And we face enough challenges being taken seriously without adding this patronizing narrative to the mix.
I get that some people are still figuring their lives out well... Read Full Rant
It’s absolutely exhausting seeing wealthy kids just breeze through life without ever really struggling. I’ve been grinding full-time since I was 18, and now at 23, I’m finally thinking I might afford putting myself through a four-year degree. That means working my full-time job while earning credits—and no, there’s no room for the ‘classic college experience’ here.
What really hits hard is the privilege they’ll never acknowledge. Nice cars, vacations, connections handed to them on a silver platter. And the kicker? The constant posturing, pretending they’re self-made. It’s infuriating.
The other day, I scrolled Instagram after a 12-hour shift, and this 22-year-old entrepreneur with hundreds of thousands of followers was showing off his real estate hustle. According to him, all his money came from flipping $30 shoes on eBay. Turns out, his dad’s a high-level executive with years of experience—and yet this kid is... Read Full Rant
My mom is the absolute worst backseat driver. She doesn’t just comment on my driving—she critiques every single move I make, like she’s some kind of expert, which is hilarious considering she’s had more accidents than me and my dad combined.
One time, she even got us stopped by traffic police because she insisted I take the wrong lane, convinced it was the right one. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
And living in Zambia, where the roads are already a nightmare, you need to focus. But how can I do that when she’s yapping nonstop? I swear, sometimes I fantasize about driving off the road just to shut her up.
I never volunteer to drive her. I have my own car, but whenever she’s feeling sick or lazy, she ropes me into her errands, ruining my plans so I can chauffeur her... Read Full Rant
Facebook is an absolute joke. I try to create a simple page for my mom’s landscaping business—landscaping, for crying out loud—and it tells me my page breaks norms. What norms? Cutting down a tree? Planting flowers? Is that too edgy for you, Facebook?
So, I think, fine, I’ll make a separate account to get around this nonsense. But the second I create it, BAM, it’s suspended. No explanation, no warning, just gone. Like, what kind of dystopian nonsense is this?
What the actual h### happened to her? How does someone go from being your closest friend, your ride-or-die, the person who stood by you through everything, to this absolute stranger who’s rude, judgmental, and completely unrecognizable? It’s like she’s been replaced by someone you don’t even know, and it’s gut-wrenching. You’ve been there for her through hell—through abusive relationships, through endless crying phone calls, through all the chaos—and now she’s just…this. Cold, dismissive, spewing hateful garbage, and acting like the friendship you’ve built over decades doesn’t even matter. It’s infuriating.
And the worst part? You still care. You still want to salvage some piece of the friendship you had, even though she’s done nothing to deserve it. Because she’s your oldest friend, and that history makes it so d### hard to let go. But honestly, what’s left to hold onto? The person she used to be is... Read Full Rant
I’m so tired of feeling like a worthless piece of c###. 😤 It’s like no matter what I do, I end up on the wrong side of someone’s warpath, purely by chance.
#ExhaustedAndOverIt I hate feeling guilty for things I have zero control over—like how politicized generative AI is, just because I studied it. #AIDrama I hate that every time I log on, it feels like everything is a direct attack on my beliefs. 😡 And I hate that I can’t just tune out my insecurities or stop caring about what people think of me. #OverthinkingLife
Being stuck in the middle of political crossfire is exhausting. 🥴 I just want to stay moderate, but instead, I feel dragged into battles I never signed up for. #CaughtInTheMiddle And the guilt—guilt for racism stuff I’ve had nothing to do with, guilt for sharing my personal... Read Full Rant
Losing obsessions is like losing a g###### piece of your soul. One day, you’re consumed by this beautiful, all-encompassing passion that makes life feel electric, and the next, it’s just…gone. And you’re left standing there, wondering what the h### happened to that fire, that joy, that you. It’s like mourning a part of yourself that you didn’t even know could die.
And it’s not just any random obsession—it’s the ones that mean something. Like dreaming of being a parent, holding your kid, giving them the life you never had. That’s not just a fantasy; it’s hope, it’s purpose, it’s everything. And when that obsession fades, even a little, it feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on you. Like, why the h### would it take away something so good, so pure?
And yeah, maybe it’s normal. Maybe passions come and go, and... Read Full Rant