Heed the cry of an entitled young American hipster: Woe is me me me me me!
Talia Jane a 25-year-old melodramatic millennial made social media waves last week with her open letter to the CEO of crowd-sourced review website Yelp. The indigent English major in smart glasses lamented her deplorable plight toiling in the companys San Francisco-based customer support office of its food delivery and takeout division Eat24 -- oh the poetic injustice -- as she bravely battled hunger pangs.
Sure she had great benefits she admitted including vision dental the normal health insurance stuff?. Normal? Ive been in the workforce 25 years and never had vision benefits. Have you?
But she complains the inhumane co-pays were killing her: $20 to see a doctor or get an eye exam or see a therapist or get medication. Twenty bucks each is pretty neat if spending twenty dollars didnt determine whether or not you could afford to get to work the next week.
Call the wahmbulance ASAP.
The ululations of the aggrieved swelled as Pained Jane kvetched about her bills bills bills. Will you pay my phone bill for me? she needled Yelp CEO Jeremy Stoppelman. I got paid yesterday ($733.24 bi-weekly) but I have to save as much of that as possible to pay my rent ($1245) for my apartment thats 30 miles away from work because it was the cheapest place I could find that had access to the train which costs me $5.65 one way to get to work. Thats $11.30 a day by the way. I make $8.15 an hour after taxes. I also have to pay my gas and electric bill. Last month it was $120.
Utilities. Transportation. Taxes. Budgeting. The fiscal responsibilities of adulthood border on human rights abuse. But wait Talia Janes anguish knows no bounds.
Ive since stopped using my heater the call-center indentured servant lamented in between diatribes about Yelps complimentary coconut water and pistachio nuts for employees. Have you ever slept fully clothed under several blankets just so you dont get a cold and have to miss work? Have you ever drank a liter of water before going to bed so you could fall asleep without waking up a few hours later with stomach pains because the last time you ate was at work? I woke up today with stomach pains. I made myself a bowl of rice.
The Bataan Death March survivors have nothing on Baby Jane!
Look poverty and starvation are no joke. But this womans self-indulgent hyperbole is beyond parody.
Somehow Jane was able to un-double herself up from her hunger-induced fetal position to get on her smartphone to tweet constantly. She also maintains a Tumblr site on which she routinely derided her (now former) employer along with her own eponymous blog and separate Paypal Venmo and Square Cash accounts to collect reader donations in the aftermath of her wholly justified firing.
While Narcissa by the Bay wallowed in public self-pity over her inability to afford groceries (bread is a luxury to me) her social media accounts were filled with food glorious food.
Eagle-eyed Internet users archived Instagram and Twitter images of Talia Jane indulging in a spa day with a fashionable facial mask made of Lush-brand coffee grounds; showing off her well-stocked kitchen where she baked sumptuous cupcakes prosciutto-brie-cilantro-garlic biscuits brie-stuffed meatballs topped with brie and rosemary sprigs roast chuck marinated in herbs a s--- ton of Swedish potatoes au gratin and mini pumpkin pies.
In one of her richer moments (pun intended) Jane brags about having Bulleit Kentucky Bourbon delivered to her office through a smartphone app. Ive been meaning to buy whiskey she burbles but I always forget until after Im phone and my pants are off (presumably when shes under all her blankets shivering from cold and deprivation). (A)lcohol delivery services arent available where I live because Im in the suburbs so I had alcohol delivery to my job. (O)ddly enough no one asked about it.
Starving on a living wage with booze delivered straight to her desk. The struggle is so real.
My husband and I immediately read this frauds screed to our 15-year-old and 12-year-old children as an object lesson in how not to be a grown-up:
Demand more than you are worth.
Expect all the benefits of autonomy without any of the accountability.
Snivel moan repeat.
Michelle Malkin is the author of Culture of Corruption: Obama and his Team of Tax Cheats Crooks & Cronies (Regnery 2010
Heed the cry of an entitled young American hipster: Woe is me me me me me!
Talia Jane a 25-year-old melodramatic millennial made social media waves last week with her open letter to the CEO of crowd-sourced review website Yelp. The indigent English major in smart glasses lamented her deplorable plight toiling in the companys San Francisco-based customer support office of its food delivery and takeout division Eat24 -- oh the poetic injustice -- as she bravely battled hunger pangs.
Sure she had great benefits she admitted including vision dental the normal health insurance stuff?. Normal? Ive been in the workforce 25 years and never had vision benefits. Have you?
But she complains the inhumane co-pays were killing her: $20 to see a doctor or get an eye exam or see a therapist or get medication. Twenty bucks each is pretty neat if spending twenty dollars didnt determine whether or not you could afford to get to work the next week.
Call the wahmbulance ASAP.
The ululations of the aggrieved swelled as Pained Jane kvetched about her bills bills bills. Will you pay my phone bill for me? she needled Yelp CEO Jeremy Stoppelman. I got paid yesterday ($733.24 bi-weekly) but I have to save as much of that as possible to pay my rent ($1245) for my apartment thats 30 miles away from work because it was the cheapest place I could find that had access to the train which costs me $5.65 one way to get to work. Thats $11.30 a day by the way. I make $8.15 an hour after taxes. I also have to pay my gas and electric bill. Last month it was $120.
Utilities. Transportation. Taxes. Budgeting. The fiscal responsibilities of adulthood border on human rights abuse. But wait Talia Janes anguish knows no bounds.
Ive since stopped using my heater the call-center indentured servant lamented in between diatribes about Yelps complimentary coconut water and pistachio nuts for employees. Have you ever slept fully clothed under several blankets just so you dont get a cold and have to miss work? Have you ever drank a liter of water before going to bed so you could fall asleep without waking up a few hours later with stomach pains because the last time you ate was at work? I woke up today with stomach pains. I made myself a bowl of rice.
The Bataan Death March survivors have nothing on Baby Jane!
Look poverty and starvation are no joke. But this womans self-indulgent hyperbole is beyond parody.
Somehow Jane was able to un-double herself up from her hunger-induced fetal position to get on her smartphone to tweet constantly. She also maintains a Tumblr site on which she routinely derided her (now former) employer along with her own eponymous blog and separate Paypal Venmo and Square Cash accounts to collect reader donations in the aftermath of her wholly justified firing.
While Narcissa by the Bay wallowed in public self-pity over her inability to afford groceries (bread is a luxury to me) her social media accounts were filled with food glorious food.
Eagle-eyed Internet users archived Instagram and Twitter images of Talia Jane indulging in a spa day with a fashionable facial mask made of Lush-brand coffee grounds; showing off her well-stocked kitchen where she baked sumptuous cupcakes prosciutto-brie-cilantro-garlic biscuits brie-stuffed meatballs topped with brie and rosemary sprigs roast chuck marinated in herbs a s--- ton of Swedish potatoes au gratin and mini pumpkin pies.
In one of her richer moments (pun intended) Jane brags about having Bulleit Kentucky Bourbon delivered to her office through a smartphone app. Ive been meaning to buy whiskey she burbles but I always forget until after Im phone and my pants are off (presumably when shes under all her blankets shivering from cold and deprivation). (A)lcohol delivery services arent available where I live because Im in the suburbs so I had alcohol delivery to my job. (O)ddly enough no one asked about it.
Starving on a living wage with booze delivered straight to her desk. The struggle is so real.
My husband and I immediately read this frauds screed to our 15-year-old and 12-year-old children as an object lesson in how not to be a grown-up:
Demand more than you are worth.
Expect all the benefits of autonomy without any of the accountability.
Snivel moan repeat.
Michelle Malkin is the author of Culture of Corruption: Obama and his Team of Tax Cheats Crooks & Cronies (Regnery 2010
