I’ve been watching a bit of tv of late, Housewives of Jersey, and the one thing I’ve really noticed is the arrogant air of entitlement.
Every second person believes they are entitled to whatever they want.
If you win lotto, they believe they’re entitled to it.
If they give you a scratchie for your birthday, if you win, they believe they’re entitled to some.
If you become a celebrity they believe they’re entitled to ride on your coat tails.
If you get a new house, they believe they’re entitled to just come on over.
If you get a new car, they believe they’re entitled to drive it.
If you dare to mention what you think of something on social media, they believe they’re entitled to call you every name under the sun, plus racist, sexist, fat shamer, weight shamer, hater, troll, bully, etc, while they’re actually doing all of that to you, because they can’t discuss a subject like normal people, they have to attack you just for having your opinion.
Now we all know my view on Gen Ys and how many have been raised to be entitled, but I have seen many a Gen X and some Boomers of the same entitlement lately. And it’s incredibly suffocating and makes me want to punch a few people in the head.
We currently have our version of The Bachelor going on and the girls are in their mid to late twenties, Gen Y, and the amount of insecurity, immaturity and entitlement going on is disgusting. They all believe they’re entitled to attack if you get more attention, entitled to call you names, entitled to bitch and whinge about you.
Some older people think that because they’re older it entitles them to push ahead in lines, not follow rules and generally be as big a pain in the bum as Gen Ys. It seems rules are not meant to be followed any more, it’s just all about doing what you want to do and to hell with everyone else.
Well I say a big fat NO!
You are NOT entitled to my stuff, to use it, abuse it or wear it.
You are NOT entitled to my money if I win any, or my home if I get one, or my car if I buy one.
You are NOT entitled to borrow my things, copy me, act like me, or try to be me.
And most importantly, you are NOT entitled to treat me like shit and walk all over me just because YOU are a bitch and don’t agree with me! I don’t care if you don’t agree with me, but I will smack the crap our of you if you attack me for it.
Have you guys seen this crap going on?
When you go through your life buying, wearing, using things,
you know full well that because those items are available in stores that there are
going to be other people buying, wearing, using them as well.
wearing the same clothes, shoes or jewellery I wear. That’s why I’ve bought so
much online. Ebay has provided me with a massive amount of kaftans, kimonos and
jewellery that no one else around me will have. So have my handy jewellery
look like a million other people.
same things you do?
our own thing unless we’re raised in a family where the family business matters.
How many families have we seen where everyone joins the police force, or become
creative, my brain is hyper overdrive creative and all of my life I have drawn,
written and made things to keep my brain active.
for the other. Everything that comes with those two things also come along for
the ride, such as fashion, styling and designing, not just jewellery and
clothing, but book covers and social media headers and pictures as well.
last 30 years, with their hair, their animals, their clothes, their furniture
and everything else. And for the last few years sister #2 has been throwing paint
on canvases. That’s her creativity. She calls it abstract, I call it paint on a canvas. And I certainly don’t call it art as
animals and kids can smear paint on something and call it art. Now I have my
sister-in-law copying and it makes me want to scream (see the above picture).
2001, because he threw a tantrum and stormed off because mummy didn’t sign his
little piece of paper. We only started seeing them in Feb of 2015 after sister #2 harassed mum into calling him. I found out that she was also making jewellery. Now when
we last saw them in 2001 I’d only made a few bits and pieces and only owned a few more.
Now I own over 2000 pieces and have my own company and now she’s making copper
wire jewellery. Of course she knew about my jewellery business because
sister #2 told her as I clearly hadn’t.
wants to write a book. Now, every time I write, I burn inside about her doing
that. Why in God’s name can’t I be the only one in this family to do that?
Sure, millions of people in the world write a book, and sure, millions of
people in the world make jewellery. But the world becomes very, very, very
small when it’s your family doing the exact same thing as you and you are no
longer the only individual in your family.
making experience and know stuff she doesn’t. I guess I can thank God I’ve got
10 years of novel writing and experience and know stuff she doesn’t. But now
I’m busting my butt trying to get all of these books out of my head as well as
look after mum and try and run a household, and all I’ve got in my head is her
wanting to write a God damn book.
I want something for myself in this bloody family of mine. Something to call my
own. I’m 10-15 years younger than them and just want something for myself.
one or two, but now I’m up to 22 and have more in my head that needs to be written, and I
still have not said anything. Why do I need to? But I knew whoever saw my Facebook style blog page (I’m friends with sister #2), that she would see it and it would possibly
get around. She’s known as someone who cannot keep shut her mouth and stay out
of other people’s business and then one day last year mum told me sister #1 knew. And I’m like, “why didn’t you tell me”, she’s like, “it slipped my
mind”. I’m like, “I never said anything to any of them how would they know?”
anything, as I wrote about here.
can’t even have that. I have thought of being a know it all (I do love putting
people in their place when it comes to them having a lack of knowledge) just to see the
looks on their faces as it would give me some sort of weird satisfaction over them. But that would be letting the cat out of the bag, so I’ll say nothing for now.
their talking about, that they can blab her business all over the fucking
family (or countryside) without telling her that their flapping her business.
knew mum was back in hospital. Now, every time mum’s gone in she’s said ‘don’t
tell anyone except sister #2 and I’ll tell the others when I’m out’. So the only
person I told was sister #2 because she was coming here. On Wednesday I found out sister #2 had blabbed her
big fat trap to sister #1 because mum said sister #1 had called her on Tuesday
night in hospital.
does she think she is, it’s not her business to tell and since I hadn’t told
her it could have only been sister #2.
purely for the fact I don’t want them knowing my business. But I know that what
gets posted on Facebook will get back to a few and they will probably tell the
rest which is why I personally don’t discuss my business with them. Sadly, in
this family, shit happens and shit goes round, jealousy ensues and even more
shit gets chucked at the fan. Who can be bothered dealing with that? I’ve dealt
with it for the last 41 years of my life.
know and when she wants to tell them, but when you have blabbermouths in the
family shit gets around.
in hospital, and said that everyone in the family should learn to shut their
fucking mouths and stop spreading everyone else’s business around the fucking
time again that she does. She has now.
she keeps ending up in hospital? What she has isn’t something to spread around because it’s embarrassing for her, so show some fucking consideration and respect for your
fucking mother and her private health issues and mind your own fucking
strain of looking after mum is getting too much on top of trying to run the
household and bills, plus running the business.
everything is always aching. It’s too fucking much anymore.
the legals done and get help in, and thankfully, mum’s finally starting to realise
shit needs to be done. And maybe that she needs to go into an aged care
facility. Thank god there’s one just down the road from me, and while it’s not
on the Gold Coast, it will take one big stress off my life and hopefully my
life will start to change.
fuck away from me. I told mum if it weren’t for the fact I was with her, I
would have absolutely nothing to do with any of them. When you think of bad
families, mine’s up there.
Oh what a week we had in reality tv land.
While I don’t watch full episodes, my mother can’t get enough of this crap. She switches back and forth between My Kitchen Rules, I’m a Celebrity, Australia’s Got talent and then some.
During the week, has-been Gen X-er Jo Beth Taylor got into a fight over a mirror with has-been Gen Y-er Bachelor contestant Laurina Fleure. Now Jo Beth was around a lot in the late 80s and 90s. She was a backing singer for my fave 80s band Indecent Obsession, who toured with Debbie Gibson, and then she ended up living with and working with Debbie who wrote most of the songs on Jo Beth’s first, and possibly only, cd.
JBT then went on to be a co-host of Hey Hey It’s Saturday and hosted Funniest Home Videos for a few years. She married a rich tennis champ, had a kid, divorced the guy for a reported 10 million and has not been seen since.
While she’s not the only has been dragged up from the depths of the river denial, she is competing against younger singers and celebrities from several reality shows. We have Laurina, plus two Australian idol alums, Anthony and Dean.
Then we have rugby, football and cricket players, plus old farts Bonnie Lithgoe and Val Lehman who played Bea Smith on Prisoner.
But to get into a stoush on tv about a fricken’ mirror is ridiculous. Laurina was using the “camp” mirror and had bought it into camp from it’s normal spot. JBT wanted to put her contacts in. So instead of asking who had it and if she could use it, she went on a tirade and whined to camp leader Shane Warne, who then attacked Laurina.
Laurina got attacked and JBT looked like a twat. She went off and complained to everyone about Laurina, and then told the camera in her little den of privacy that Laurina was a cow and no one like her.
Well JBT, not many people are liking you now, and besides, unless you asked everyone what they actually thought of Laurina, you actually have no idea what everyone thinks of her. Maybe others, besides Bonnie who’s siding with you, don’t think she’s a cow.
JBT, I have no idea what you’ve done for the last 20 years but I do know you’re older than me and I’m 41, but you need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like you’re in high school. If you wanted the mirror you should have had the balls to ask who had it and asked to use it, not run off and bitch and whinge to all the boys to get them on your side. How fucking pathetic!
At least Laurina had the balls to apologise but did JBT accept her apology, sure. Did JBT apologise for her bad behaviour, of course fucking not!
I used to like JBT back in the day. I had her cd, was a huge fan of Debbie’s and IOs and still am, but this has turned me off her. She’s acting like a bimbo, and could full well be one in real life, who needs to grow up.
God help her if that was me she was calling a cow in the jungle. I’d bitch slap her back to the 80s!
Below is her first single from back in 1991
week I was incredibly angry about it (typical Taurus). This week, still slightly pissed, but not
currently 41, so that makes them 51-56. Now you’d think that being in their 50s
with their own homes, partners, kids, jobs etc, and being Boomers, that they’d
act like adults.
each other, for our mother, for me.
the 60s, 70s and some 80s until they’d all moved out of home (even with all the
shit they dealt us then). They were close, not only in age, but emotions, and
have always had some sort of weird bond.
siblings to play games and do stuff with me as I didn’t understand they didn’t want
to (definitely didn’t understand why some of them hated my guts) and had lives
of their own. But now at 41 I finally understand it and am so glad I’m not a
part of it. For it is a very sick psychotic obsession they have with one
another and the insidious need to get involved in each other’s business is just
and discuss about me, without me even
knowing or being spoken to, has ramifications. For me!
publish under. It came first, before my jewellery business; it came before my
non-fiction books under my own name and before my current young adult and
children’s author name. I started publishing this blog on January 1, 2009. At first
it was meant to be mysterious and fun, a place for me to launch from when I became
published. Over the years I considered revealing myself but didn’t until last
year for the 21 day birthday extravaganza with the blog posts “40 Things About Me” which you can start reading from here.
five siblings (I haven’t seen two of them in 25+ years and have only had recent
contact with my only brother after 15 years when he threw a tantrum and walked
away from the family. I rarely see my other two sisters.) “hey, did you know I write
books.” “Did you know I wrote a jewellery book, or that I’m now writing kids’ books?”
info EVER escaped from between my lips to anyone in my family except my mother
and she doesn’t know much anyway. In fact, not only have I mentioned very little
to her, she has not read any.
possibly three, of them flapped their fat bloody traps about my business. And the
only way that would have happened would have been because of one sister (the
second eldest, I’ll call her #2), seeing my jewellery and style books on my
other Facebook page, and because she thinks she has the right to tell the rest
of the family about our business, (and I only found out that #1 and #2 know I write
books last week from mum yet I’ve never mentioned it to either of them, and they have definitely never mentioned it to me), would
have told three of them by now. The other way, would have been after my third eldest
sister, #3, wreaked havoc on my social media spreading personal information
about me that very few people would have known.
business with a niece none of us have even seen (I certainly haven’t because she’s
the daughter of #3). She came in contact with her two years ago, and sadly, we
know that info got back to #3 and hell happened to me because of it and the
evidence is closing in that it was her. Thanks so much, bitches!
lives in about our mother’s medical issues but she cracked a shit last year
when our mother had fallen over and #2 and I had to deal with it. Mum was okay,
we called an ambo, they checked her, she was fine. Three days later she was
suffering dizziness and I called an ambo as I’m her carer and live with her. We
got a call from #2 who then promptly called #1, who then promptly called me and
cracked a shit at me. I hung up on her. She then continually called the
hospital later that day to talk to mum who was so sick and was being checked
over that they had to keep hanging up on her.
something mum had said about my brother’s partner. They’ve been together about
20 years, never married, had one kid and we haven’t seen them in 15 years when
he threw his tanty and walked out. She said to mum that she as going to get me
to sell some of her bead books on eBay. And in another conversation, she told
mum she was getting excited about taking some of my jewellery down to her
place to sell at markets.
sister in law actually spoken to me about any of it. She knows I run a
business, she knows I make and sell jewellery because guess who told her, #2 of
course, as I didn’t have my business 15 years ago when we last saw them. Yet she
must clearly think I sit on my arse and do nothing all day like her if I’m
supposed to have the time to upload her shit to eBay and worry about selling
them. Fuck that shit!
for them, BUT NOT ONCE did they ever talk to me about these things. Such blatant
to call my brother after 15 years, that they would not have changed and they’d
be exactly the same. She likes to think people change (and thinks more of her
five older children than me), but as I reminded her, people only change if they
want to, and my family don’t want to. Well, I was right about everything because
I know my family. And I still don’t want them here. Not that we’ve seen them
since before Easter, mind you, they just took the money (which they still owe) and
other is disgusting. They get involved in each other’s business, threaten to
beat each other up, slag each other off and generally treat each other badly,
and then there’s my sis in law on top of it all who thinks she’s one of us
girls. She ain’t.
my family are not people I want to be around, or a part of.
suggested we keep our business to ourselves and not talk about it. I’ve stuck
to that, but she has blabbed a bit too so she’s not much better than them. I don’t
discuss my siblings business with them, or others, I only discuss it with mum. And
the irony, or hypocrisy, is that they don’t tell us everything either.
and many months later, because #1 didn’t bother ringing.
who ruins everything she touches and has been in so much trouble with the cops
it’s a wonder my idiot siblings believe a word out her mouth after all this
time. Then there’s my brother, #4, then another sister, #5, who is just as bad
as #3. Both #3 and #5 have told their children their grandmother/family is dead.
Why would you even do that? And yet #2 somehow found #5 last year and became
BFFs on Facebook and are seeing each other after 23 years of not seeing each other. And the irony in that
is that #5 always said she hated #2 and never wanted to see her. #2 claims #5
has never lied to her but we know different.
appalling and I am so disgusted by the way I get treated, (like a child still,
unable to answer questions on my own, or have conversations with them, or that mum will
make me do things they want). I’m
also disgusted by the way they treat each other and can’t mind their own
fucking business and shut their fucking mouths about my business.
sometimes even #1 after what she did to me in 1994. I can tolerate #2 at times
but even she can still be a bitch at 55.
week due to my brain going over and over it. I’m not sure why my brain was on a
tangent but I figured it needed to sort some shit out and calm down in its own
time. But, knowing my brain, the next time this topic comes up, or someone
brings up something about me doing shit for them, I’m going to fucking crack
it. I don’t have the time or energy for this shit. I’ve got a fucking business to run.