You know what I don't have time for ... We Don't Have Time For This. I was an OG listener from ep 1 but interest started waning toward the end of last year and after slogging through a catch-up session of the last five or six eps (not including Bestie Hotline, they've never tickled my pickle) I think I am done. Truly. Left the Facebook group today (am I tripping thinking it used to be real and funny? It's now just a bunch of privileged wank?) and couldn't even finish the last few episodes. The vibe ... has ... changed. Hard unrelate to 90% of what they say. The trenches don't actually have to trench that hard; they whinge about rods they've made for their own backs while actually being in SWEET positions (Revz crying poor all the time but stay-caying at expensive Sydney hotels, travelling to the US, heaps of Botox, shopping all the time? Gem clearly loaded complete with au pair, two homes, designer clothing etc? Heaps of family support? Massive village?)
Even started to get the ick over Gem's Instagram content which I didn't think I would. I'd followed her for years before the podcast started, that's how I was in there like swimwear from day dot. Some of the personal
tit she shares about her kids and family just blows my mind, especially after freaking out over the peachy sex toy PR packages coming to her home address but ... still posting heaps of easily identifiable stuff ... openly talking about her kids sports and hobbies, where they are when ... swimwear pics ... footage of her littlest pissing himself?!?
And SO. MUCH. SHOW CHAT.
Over and out