charlatans

New Year, No Bullshit…

~ somethinginthewayshemoves

In January I usually write something in answer to all the ‘New Year, New Me’ noise. This year I find myself exhausted that it’s still so loud. I genuinely don’t understand how the diet industry, fitness hacks & self help scammers still have such a hold on people.

I’m pretty sure almost everyone is aware that New Year’s resolutions are ineffective. January 1st is just an arbitrary line in the sand. You aren’t more likely to break a habit or change behaviour because it’s a new year. In fact, given how meh January is we’re probably less likely to manage big changes. That’s before we even start on the things folk are dying for us change. Lose weight, tone it up, don’t eat that, hustle harder, conform! The only thing that changes is the spin the charlatans put on it. I just don’t understand why so many people are still falling for it. Shrinking your body won’t shrink your problems. There are no good or bad foods. Your value is not measured by your productivity. No arsehole in a sports bra or with the a podcast can fix your life.

The frustrating part is, deep down, I believe people know that. Which to me, means that everyone hawking their miracle cure are exploiting the vulnerable. They purposely target this shit at people who are grasping for answers. It’s a scam. The diet industry, the fitness bros & self help gurus don’t have the answer. And they know it.

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No one wants your opinion…

~ somethinginthewayshemoves

The internet is wonderful. It provides so many opportunities to learn, connect, help. It’s entertaining. I use it every damn day, but there’s always a catch.

Join me as I let off a little steam about that catch. Let’s begin with the old foe; men. There are so many men with oh so many opinions online. There’s the reply guy who must say something. The sleazy guys who just have to objectify every female presenting person they scroll upon. The scammers who think every woman becomes an idiot when contacted by surgeon, soldier or pilot. The obsequious guys & the ‘I want to be your sugar daddy’ guys. Last but not least annoying are the gotta throw inane insults at fat women guys. They’re all tedious. I don’t want creepy compliments or offers. I couldn’t care less what some random man thinks about my body or anything else. Stop assuming that you can impose your thoughts on strangers. I am not flattered by your compliments or interested in your preferences. What I am is disgusted, tired and sometimes fucking angry.

Less toxic, but the irritation factor remains high with the tarot, spiritualist, astrology charlatans. Every one of my social media inboxes are jammed with ‘offers’. Just send my DOB, mother’s maiden name & first pet’s name for a free expert reading. Even if I were stupid enough to fall for that con I still wouldn’t believe in any of the tripe they are preaching. I’m also smart enough not to use any of the requested info as security questions. I’d bet most of the population are equally savvy. Stop bothering me. I resent the minutes and finger taps I exert to block you.

Given our fast approaching election, politics loom large. That’s fine with me, I’ve always been political and the Tories need to go. My complaint is two fold. Firstly, the gammon. The folk who get all their information from GB News & use that propaganda to legitimise their hateful beliefs. As hard as I try I can’t not be angry when I see comments spouting vile and untrue hyperbole. I despise how many people have so eagerly adopted the most hateful far right rhetoric. I could not be more sick of seeing it every day. Secondly, I despair that the parliamentary Labour Party has abandoned its soul. Keir Starmer is barely discernible from the incumbents. We deserve better. 13yrs of Conservative rule has ravaged this country. People are suffering and they should have a real alternative.

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