I read Talia Jane's over-the-top piss-and-moan screed ("open-letter") to Yelp CEO Jeremy Stoppelman, and while true, it's hard out there making rent and paying the bills, the fact is we all go through that period of life and you find ways to deal with it. (Taking on a roommate halves the cost of rent, for example.)
But read Michelle Malkin's response to the whiny, entitled brat, here:
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.”Ms. Talia was fired, by the way. Pretty richly deserved that, heh.
In one of her richer moments (pun intended), Jane brags about having Bulleit Kentucky Bourbon delivered to her office through a smartphone app. “I’ve been meaning to buy whiskey,” she burbles, but I always forget until after I’m phone and my pants are off” (presumably when she’s under all her blankets shivering from cold and deprivation). “(A)lcohol delivery services aren’t available where I live because I’m 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 fraud’s 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.