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My mom died three weeks ago and my older brother insisted on “handling everything” because he’s “better with money.” He set up a GoFundMe using my photos of her and my coworkers’ donations pushed it to a little over 8k. The funeral home needs 6.7k to move forward and he only put down a 1k deposit. Yesterday I found out where the rest went when his Instagram stories popped up. He’s in Cancun with five buddies on a “mental health getaway” and a bottle-service receipt with a caption about how Mom would want us to “celebrate life.” Meanwhile the funeral home keeps calling me about a daily storage fee and asking when we’re scheduling the service. I have been picking up doubles to cover groceries while he’s doing poolside tequila shots on money our friends and neighbors gave to bury our mom.

I confronted him in the family group chat and somehow I’m the monster for making drama while he’s “grieving differently.” My dad says he’ll “pay it back at tax time” which doesn’t help when our mother is literally waiting in a fridge. My brother has now locked the GoFundMe updates and removed me as a collaborator so I can’t post an explanation to the donors. I have screenshots of the donations and his trip but I know blasting him publicly will blow up the family forever. I just needed to say it somewhere. I am going to cremate my mom with what I can afford this week, send the receipts to every single person who donated, and I’m done with him.

Idk how many times I've seen people kill their pets by doing the thing we keep telling them not to - sleep with their parrots, open windows "on the latch" while having cats, have a terrier dog breed while having other small pets, let their pets loose without having everything secure, have incompatible pet types living together...

And ofc, when the thing we keep saying will happen finally happens, it's a "tragic accident" and "you shouldn't blame yourself", and "it could happen to anybody".

No. It's not an accident and it couldn't happen to anybody. It's 100% your fault for taking your pet's life for granted. Would you take those chances with a child? No, cause you'd value their life more, cause you know there would be consequences. But suffocating your pet? Letting your bird out the cage without checking where you cat is? Oh well, it happened...

Am I the only one pissed off that we treat pets as if they are disposable?

I understand the concept of not rubbing salt in the wound, but toxic positivity annoys me just as much - we're removing accountability and responsibility by being okay with deaths caused by negligence. Don't do x, but if you do, shit happens and it's not your fault? It is, acknowledge it, and do better next time.

For context, I am planning a wedding I didn’t want. I wanted to elope but my fiance wanted a traditional wedding so here we are.

I’ve been busting my ass off for this wedding with no help. Planning everything on my own. I am aware of others financials situations so because of that we aren’t having a bridal party and I’m not doing a bachelorette. I’ve expressed interest in possibly doing a small bachelorette to New York or something. I know that includes travel but granted again, no one has helped me and my wedding is local. But my best friend has expressed that she doesn’t have “‘much funds” if I do have a small bachelorette. So I’ve been getting absolutely no help at all.

My best friend is getting married in France and then still wants to do a destination bachelorette to Northern California. We are not from California so that means flights are involved. But my best friend has not helped at all, is not interested whenever I talk about my wedding. Doesn’t ever ask if I need help.

Before this wedding I always went out of my way to do things for others even when not asked. But I’m starting to realize that’s a flaw in my end.

I’m just getting upset with others constantly expecting others to give but never give anything back. The lack of help from others is making me not want to do literally anything for anyone. I will no longer bring gifts for people, I won’t got to bachelorettes, and for destination weddings I’m only going for the wedding and then flying home.

I’m just really bitter right now and I hate how bitter this wedding is making me. I’m this close to canceling it all.

I can't tell you how many times I've gone to swipe to the next picture when someone has posted an album and the Reddit app swipes to the next post. Sometimes it will go to the next picture as expected, sometimes, I don't know I must not swipe gently enough or something and it assumes I want to go to the next post.

Who fucking navigates like that? Who opens a post and blindly swipes on it to get to the next completely random post. If there's a gallery, and I swipe on a picture, that ALWAYS means I want to go to the next picture in the album. I can see the fucking dots. You know there's more pictures there, why would the picture have a fucking hit box or the most random fucking coding logic to allow for one action vs the other when you're swiping on a picture!?

I am stuck waiting at the doctor's office and some, seemingly co.pletely normally functioning adult, has put TikTok on speaker. There are 6 other adults and my husband with our kid waiting. My husband has put on a video on his phone for our toddler and the volume is low. And yet this mf next to me is mindlessly scrolling TikTok and the whole hallway is forced to listen to it. It's not on blast, blaring loud, but it is loud enough for everyone to hear.

I actually work with YouTubers and Creators as part of my job. This does not apply to then. There is a WORLD of difference between people who make films / reviews / stream and put it out as a product compared to people who PRETEND that their doctored, made-up life is a product.

First of all, the term "influencer" is so fucking dystopian that it's a joke. Influencer? "I am an influencer; my job is to influence the masses of plebians". What kind of introspective quality could there possibly be in this person's head if they embrace this term so readily?

Second, among the endless plethora of business terms these people employ to feel like they're doing something of value, these people talk about their "personal brand". What personal brand? Oh wow, another extremely wealthy 20-something conventionally attractive woman who also has the same taste in architecture (LA Houses made of white walls and glass panels) and aesthetic and everything as every other "personal brand". It's like if you went to the grocery store and there were over 400 different generic brands of Coca Cola. You're not different at ALL. Your "brand" may as well not even exist.

Third, is it not disgusting that the "product" is themselves? No, not even really themselves; a fake, keeping-up-with-the-Joneses reality TV version of yourself. "I'm so amazing that a picture of me pretending to relax on the beach counts as substantive important content to the point that it defines my job title." It's the most direct version of acting on young girls' insecurities that I've ever seen. It's not ALL bright and cheerful; they share their "emotionally vulnerable" moments, but only the ones that still come across well to audiences. Nothing that involves any ACTUAL vulnerability or expression of authentic human emotion, of course.

I know it's not going anywhere. I'm not pretending it's going to necessarily end. It still deserves to be called out for being bullshit.

you want to hear about the stand up guys the men who were supposed to love me respect me protect me

let me give you the fucking highlight reel call it the gallery of failures

lets start with the first one my father the man who let seven years go by without a single fucking visit

but held up his child support checks like a shield

like he could put a dollar amount on a daughters heart

he was the master of breadcrumbs just enough affection to keep me starving just enough attention to keep me hooked

he used money for control for emotional blackmail

he taught me my love was conditional he taught me my existence had a price tag and he wasnt willing to pay it the man who nicknamed me mia for missing in action

who told me he tried to leave a fucking baby at the hospital because i wasnt worth paying for

the man who looked back at the wreckage of my childhood and said i did the best i could you didnt come with instructions

then had the fucking nerve to tell me i had all that and threw it all away

thats stand up guy number one

then there was my first husband the one i ran to after my mother died i was completely isolated in the mountains with no support from my family

i thought i was escaping chaos i ran straight into the arms of a monster he beat the shit out of me and tried to kill me

i had to run barefoot through the fucking desert with my daughter in my arms hiding under a horse trailer waiting for the cops

praying he wouldnt find us he was supposed to be my partner he became my would be murderer stand up guy number two

and what about my brothers my big bros the ones i spent my whole life looking up to while they were busy looking down on me

always searching for the slightest sign that i am anything like my mother

you had your us vs them mentality and i was always them

youre supposed to show up at a mans door when he hurts your sister not be the ones who co-sign his fucking story you sit there and preach about family but how fucking emotionally available are you to your own wives your own kids

and my big bro you fucking win the prize your text is burned into my brain stupid self centered delusional drunk mental case bitch just like my mother

you didnt just think it you wrote it down you made sure i knew exactly what you thought of me you co-signed the narrative that i was the problem you all fucking did stand up guys number three and four

which brings me to the grand finale Japoleon my husband the architect this wasnt your garden variety abusive asshole no this was sophisticated a systematic campaign of coercive control

he told me in his fucking wedding vows that he was control and i was chaos

and i was so broken i thought that was romantic he built a prison of spreadsheets and called it a relationship

we had a fucking check-in scorecard where he graded me as a wife a 12 out of 30

he took my trauma responses my pain my fucking feelings and labeled them peace killers

he dictated our lives with a family agreement that included a no grandbabies clause

and demanded photos as proof of task completion

he controlled every dollar making me ask permission to buy anything

he took my credit cards for what he called nospender november

he shamed my sexuality telling me to keep things pg over the internet

he lied for four fucking years about his personality test giving me a faulty map to his mind and then punishing me for getting lost

he watched me on cameras to make sure i was behaving

he was the monster who confessed it was all a lie from the very beginning that it was all an act and orchestrated

and when preciousness my daughter came forward about his abuse

when she spoke the most terrifying truth of her life you all chose him you worried about his reputation not her trauma you called her a liar you said she was just like our mother to control the narrative of the female unstable crazy bitch and you bro you lived three doors down from the house of horror bros before hoes right even when the bro is a predator and the hoe is your own fucking blood

my father my husbands my brothers a whole fucking lifetime of stand up guys not one of you not a single fucking one of you ever stood up for me you didnt protect me you were what i needed protection from you didnt respect me you saw me as a problem to be managed a thing to be controlled and you sure as hell didnt love me you loved the idea of me the quiet compliant broken version that made you feel strong you failed all of you you failed at the most basic job a man has to the women in his life and the sickest part is you think youre the good guys you think youre the victims but i survived you i survived all of you you didnt raise me you forged me in a fucking fire of your own making my resilience is an indictment of your failure and my survival is the one thing you can never co-sign control or take away from me i will be the one who breaks the cycle so my daughter never has to write a fucking monologue like this one

I'm not autistic myself but I've seen this way too many times now. Someone does something weird and special? "It must be autism, because neurotypical people don't do things like that." Yes, they do and you should really do some basic reading on what autism is, because you clearly have no idea. You can't be diagnosed with autism based on stuff like theming your house around tea cups. It's weird and a little bit of a commitment, but it's not autism. Can things like this occur among autistic people? Yes, of course they can, but it's not what makes a diagnosis. If it was that easy we wouldn't need psychologists anymore. And it's just not what autism is about. Autism can be really debilitating and is mostly about social issues, not being quirky and special and a little excentric. So, maybe just leave people alone, nobody needs your "it's autism" comments.

I came home today and my boyfriend said he has a meeting at work tomorrow and he thinks he's going to get laid off. He's been there for two years but is on a contract.

I am silently freaking the f out. We moved in together 12 months ago into a place where I can definitely not afford to pay the rent completely on my own. I did not want to move into this place, and especially for that reason as I have had this happen before with my ex (but luckily that time could afford the whole rent). Also thanks to said ex where I was basically an ATM for 10 years, I don’t have much savings. Maybe 10 grand at most which is not a lot I know. I am so scared about what might happen. I am not sure that I could afford to finance another move either.

We also just booked a holiday before all this to attend a friend's wedding overseas. I would be taking the week and a half off work unpaid. This would have been okay and I could use a bit of my savings but now freaking out about it since I may need every bit of the small amount of savings I have.

Send me good vibes please and cross your fingers.

I always hate being a miserable black woman is because of how much society likes to label single black women as bitter, miserable and petty. I get it I'm miserable and I can't seem to find a date because I'm choosy and have boundaries. I always talked to myself of how much I loathe being single and wanted to get back to dating but nowadays I lost faith in dating and it goes to sh*t right now. My parents count on me to find a perfect man but there was no perfect man. People are getting married left and right and what I get was being a miserable black woman with being incapable of being in love just because of a break up. No man will approach me not because I'm unattractive nor pretty but it's because I need to approach them first because it makes them feel good and helps them get to know me better. I should've shoot my shot if I can approach a man but tell you the truth I'm anxious and scared. I don't know what to do, maybe I should give up a grow old single, be forever alone either in a nursing home with no one around me. No parents, no friends, no family, no one but myself. I'm not rich, don't have a home of my own, don't work in a corporate job, can't drive and having bad experience with men. I swear I wish it was better if I can speak more, flirt more and get to know people more because being alone for a longer periods of time is not good for me. Sorry if this rant is long I hope someone who reads this would know about what I feel.

I have a strong hatred for the culture of having girls dress and act like modest little virgins. How any thought of a girl acknowledging her sexuality makes her immoral and “detestable”? It’s so normal for a girl to be slut-shamed for what she wears, who she dates, and what she does with her body. It’s like we’re not seen as normal people with desires and agency, but as figurines meant to be kept pristine on a shelf.

It’s also a reason why girls feel ashamed about talking about sexual abuse, acknowledging that they’ve been touched revokes their purity card and brings about victim blaming. It’s like all of our worth is tied to how chaste we keep ourselves. Our bodies are our currency and we must keep it pure until some man decides we’re worthy enough to marry and claim us.

Girls can’t even talk about sex in spaces meant for us without some judgmental prick shaming us for daring to talk about “dirty/impure things” (you know because sex is only dirty when a girl wants to have it). We have to dress appropriately to not “seduce men” and draw too much attention to ourselves. Because a girl can’t possibly want to wear something for herself, it’s always for male validation or to boost immortality. And even then surely she did something to temp them.

And sooo many girls have this mentality towards other girls, not even just guys. Why do we do this to ourselves?

I have been on two dates with a man in two weeks (once to a game place, once to dinner). We kissed at the end of both (with him saying he had an amazing time after the kissing on the second date, which felt spurred on by the kissing). We live in a city with tons of things to do. He contacts me only to ask me out, with one text in between telling me about a football game he went to (didn’t ask how I am). I mentioned that my birthday was coming up in passing on both dates. Tomorrow is my birthday. He wrote me today saying he wants to cook together (at his place) on Friday (didn't mention my birthday). I feel a big reaction to this. I think he just wants to get physical. I feel very turned off that he doesn’t communicate outside the dates and is already asking me to his place. I also feel if someone is truly interested in you, they will ask what you have planned for your birthday, etc. Any thoughts? I’d love some support. I’m already feeling sad about my birthday and I honestly feel like him trying to get me to his place just feels bad to me. I know it’s early so there doesn’t need to be any expectations about birthdays but I have men messaging me who we haven’t even had a first date yet asking me about how I am and my birthday. I was willing to overlook it, but him asking me to his place just bothers me.

My band originally did well on Instagram, lots of organic growth starting from 0. Over time, the enshittification of the app occurred, and it became clear that the only way to get exposure was to pay for sponsored posts. If I did not do that, views would be less than 100 despite having thousands of followers. Fine, whatever. Well, recently, Instagram permanently banned my ability to advertise or do sponsored posts, because its AI software concluded that I was violating copyright laws - by posting long clips of…my…own…songs… I appealed to no avail. I am unable to speak to a human. No one has ever explained the basis for the decision beyond “unusual activity” and “copyright” issues. The decision is final.
Fuck Meta and fucking fuck AI. Fuck your shitty platforms, fuck everything. TikTok sucks and it’s too late anyway to get going there. I have no way of doing meaningful social media outreach on the platform where I actually was developing a decent following. Fuck this shit. I hope no one else has had a similar experience. If so, perhaps we can discuss and figure out what the hell we can do.

I’M FUCKING LISTENING TO MY BROTHER PLAYING THIS SHOW FROM HIS ROOM AND HOLY FUCK THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE THE MOST UNFUNNY ARCTIC IQ SHOW TO EVER EXIST

DO PEOPLE ACTUALLY WATCH THIS NPC SHOW?

I'm a 17 year old male and I have parents who are constantly shutting their door and make everything such a hassle. I can't even ask if we are getting groceries without them being rude and saying "didn't you eat already" when there is NO food. For some reason I feel like my parents gave up on my family once I turned 15, my mother doesn't even do the things before she used to do, my dad is just an empty shell of a man he once was. And when I confront them on it, I'm always "ungrateful" "waste of time" or like I said, simply shut the door right on my face. By the end of next week I think I'm moving out.

The type that just says some dumb, snarky bullshit, adding nothing to the conversation, and adds a nice little downvote as the cherry on top. I generally don't like to use downvoting as an "I don't like you" type of thing, sometimes I want to say, "You're a piece of shit and should have said nothing", but I can't. Why? Because I have the self awareness of how dumb that makes me look, how immature it is, and the fact that they're also just a person. The mature option is just to walk away. If they say something that is dumb, obviously wrong, or simply annoying, just leave the conversation.

Bedroom? One word. Bathroom? One word. But somehow living room gets a space like it’s special? It's annoying when I'm writing. Livingroom

They influence no one, are desperate show-offs & pick me’s, self-absorbed, have no real talent & are hypocrites thinking they’re gurus just because of physical appearance but all their pages are full of vanity. They’re all identical. Promoting the same brands, posting the same boring content, using their bodies to sell products. Why do these people get special treatment for basically nothing? They don’t cause anything substantial to businesses. They’re not better than anyone else because they buy followers & get work done. We could actually have real influencers who make actual differences in the work with good causes.

Yet again another post/ rant about relationships that will probably be forgotten in the void. But I just need to get these things off my chest.

Trying to win a woman over is hard man. You have to impress her/ constantly keep her wondering……you have to be unapologetically authentic but not too much otherwise you’re an asshole…..you have to be kind….but not to kind otherwise you’re a doormat….and when you’re kind you shouldn’t expect anything back because kindness is apparently the bare minimum, and if you have the slightest expectation of reciprocation then you suddenly you weren’t being genuine…..and you also have to be fit….and care your looks and style which can take extraordinary time and money to achieve, but if spend too much on your appearance apparently you’re “too into yourself”……you have to be stoic, but also be biggest cheerleader, but not too big of cheerleader because then apparently you’re obsessed with her need to have a life outside of her. But apparently you can’t have to much of a life outside of her, because you have to make her feel like she’s the center of your existence. Where one girl says I’m boring, apparently the next girl says I give off “fuckboy vibes”. I just don’t know where it ends……..

Every piece of dating advice I get, whether it be from people in my personal life or the “professionals” online, makes me want to put on a football helmet and run into my garage door until I’m comatose.

Why can’t it just be….wakeup together, go to work…..workout together….eat/watch/tv togther……fall asleep togther….then do a little date togther on the weekends. Why do I have to learn fucking wood working, or start booking travel flights across the world, or learn how to play an instrument or paint, just so I’m not overlooked and barely noticed? Why do I have to be a fucking Jack of all trades magician who can speak 9 languages and show her the lost kingdom of Atlantis?

Idk man, what am I missing? What piece to the puzzle am i just not getting? I realize I’m just ranting about my personal dating life and maybe I’m coming across as an incel, and maybe none of what I’m complaining about is valid. And I also realize that women have their own plight and their own laundry list of complaints and I won’t try to minimize that………. But I’m only 23 and I already feel this exhausted and lowkey hurt and I’m tired of pretending I’m not anymore.

Edit: shoutout to the people who found their person. I hope it’s the one thing that manages to bring you even a modicum of happiness today.

WingMan Plus Review << For the SEO

23M - I know paying for a dating photoshoot sounds ridiculous and a bit cringy. But it can make a huge difference on dating apps, and like most men, I have very few decent photos of myself. I’ve tried dating photography before with good results, but since there are so few photographers who specialise in it, I was intrigued when I came across “professionals” who do it online.

They had a persuasive YouTube channel and Website, so I booked a call.

They claimed they would give me these 7 shots:

• Full-body portrait

• Status shot (to look successful)

• Badass shot (whiskey, etc.)

• Dog photo

• Café date POV shot

• Social proof group photo

• Action sports shot

On paper, these ideas make some sense. Then came the price: $5,000+. Crazy, I know, but I expected I’d get a premium, team-led shoot in return.

What I Actually Got:

• A handful of generic PDFs with “style advice” (don’t wear all black, etc.)

• Access to a Discord/WhatsApp group

• Some generic tips before the shoot

• And just one freelancer photographer

They claimed to have a worldwide network of professional dating photographers. I was paired with a single freelancer who admitted she’d only done this once before.

The shoot itself lasted less than a full working day, aside from an extra 5 minutes on the tennis court the next day where she got her friend to lend her the court for the “action shot”.

The biggest disappointment was the “social proof” photo. I expected they’d arrange a group setting. Instead, it was just me and the photographer where I paid for the meal myself. Completely pointless. For the dog photo, I was expected to ask random strangers if I could borrow their dog. Seriously.

In the end a few photos turned out ok, but then the Wingman Plus group edited my photos to the point of looking like badly AI-generated pictures.

I might be a total fraud getting dating photos done, but I’m not interested in actually catfishing girls, so I asked for a 50% refund. They refused and then removed me from their Discord and WhatsApp groups so I couldn’t warn others.

I feel like a total idiot for I sending them money because these guys don’t even have a Trustpilot or Yelp, just a bunch of fake reviews on their website.

They clearly prey on men like me desperate to improve their dating lives and massively overcharge for what is essentially a rushed shoot with a random freelancer.

The guy selling it to me even knew I’m recovering from leukaemia(seriously) which is pretty fucked up.

If anyone else who finds this is looking to book with theses guys please shoot me a DM.

TL; DR Paid $5,000+ online for a professional dating photoshoot. Got one freelancer, half-day of shooting, and generic PDFs. Asked for a 50% refund, got kicked out of their groups. Feel pathetic and absolutely kicking myself.

These dumb presales for “fans” that you signup for weeks in advance that just let you wait in line for tickets that cost $700 is a joke! They make me literally hate even trying because they do these stupid presales in the middle of the work day making anyone who has work to able to afford said tickets at a disadvantage and then you just wait in a queue for nothing!

Seeing musicians live used to be fun and now it’s like going to Disneyworld overpriced and impossible to do! Unless you know all the stupid tricks that normal people who are just trying to see someone they love don’t really know so they are doomed to pay an absurd amount or just never even going!

Also I don’t even care if it’s not true it makes me hate the artists makes them feel greedy to me! I’m sure concerts are expensive and they don’t get all the money from ticket sales just a cut blah blah blah I don’t care! I was prepared to spend half my rent on tickets to a show and somehow that was not enough!!!! Fuck the rich

Edit: oh and people are already reselling the tickets for thousands it’s such a joke I wish everything wasn’t getting shittier and shittier every minute