Dear Influencers, you’re not relatable anymore.

Yeah, I’m talking about those influencers who have built their careers around a sense of relatability.

Influencers who, as more and more people connect with them and who they are, they start changing, ever so slowly, to reflect their new-found popularity. And, eventually, they wind up becoming so far removed from where they started their careers that they no longer have the qualities about their personalities that people gravitated towards in the first place.

At one point in time, you were relatable. At one point in time, I felt like you were just like me. But, these days I see you in your multi-million dollar homes, or $5,000 a month apartments, driving around your multiple $80,000 dollar cars and consistently telling us that we need to click your referral links, buy your crappy brand collaborations and give you money because you’re ‘just like us’ and I can’t help but think of how far removed you are from the reality that most of us experience, that you’re really not relatable to any of us anymore.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with making money and there’s nothing wrong with finding success.

My issue is with the fact that, as you jet off to various exotic locations on holiday’s you’re not paying for, you claim to be one of us. You claim to understand what we go through. My problem is that, as you dip your finger in that $85 dollar lip balm that you’re telling us all to buy, you don’t even know how much it costs… because you don’t have to buy it yourself, you get it given to you.

There’s nothing wrong with making a lot of money. There’s nothing wrong with getting gifts. But I’d like you to remember that the majority of us, we don’t get these gifts and we certainly don’t have $85 dollars to spend on a single lip balm. Nor do we have the funds available to jet around the world and stay at these lavish hotels you’re vacationing at, that we know you aren’t paying for.

I appreciate the game, I do. And I am happy for you for finding the success that you have. I just don’t think that you understand, the very people who are the reason for your success in the first place are the very people you seem to be alienating these days. It’s clear that the money has changed you. And while we all evolve in life (yes, all of us evolve), pretending you’re still the same person you always were, while sitting in that million dollar mansion, it’s rather transparent. Pretending that nothing has changed and acting as though we, the viewers, don’t know any better really belittles the intelligence of your audience.

We see you peddling products in a sponsored video only to never be seen or acknowledged ever again. We see you blurring out the logo on your car as to not show what kind of vehicle you drive. We see you promoting sustainability to us whilst leading a life of over-consumption and materialism. So what is it? What’s the message you’re trying to promote her? Do as I say not as I do?

My advice to you: embrace who you are. Stop trying to pretend you’re the same old soul we fell in love with. Because you’re not. And that’s okay. Perhaps, if you embrace this newfound wealth and popularity and stop trying to ‘pull the wool over our eyes’, everyone could be happier. You could find a new audience, an audience that embraces your wealth and privilege, and stop treating your ‘die-hard OG Subscribers’ like they’re idiots. Because that’s what you’re doing. Trying to pretend you’re your regular old self is a lie. And when you lie to your subscribers, you’re treating them like idiots.

My further advice… be more conscious. Conscious of your footprint. Conscious of your over-consumption. Conscious of the fact that aren’t who you once were. Conscious of the fact that, you’re not always going to be liked.

Also, be humble. Be grateful. You literally got where you are off the support of others. So please stop acting like you’re god’s gift to youtube. Because without all of those people who watched supported you, you wouldn’t have a dime. So please stop saying ‘I don’t owe you anything’. Because when you really break it down – you do owe your viewers. This beautiful life you’re leading is because of them.

I recently watched a video on youtube in which someone, I’m sure you all know the name of, bought every pumpkin in a pumpkin patch to fill his back yard with pumpkins so that his family members didn’t have to go all the way to the pumpkin patch to pick a pumpkin for Halloween.

Cute, right? Totally cute. Egregious, over-the-top and completely unnecessary? Abso-fucking-lutely. Considering they only ended up using four of the pumpkins, what did they do with the rest? Did they give them to neighbours? Did they donate them? Did they send them back to the pumpkin patch so that people in his area didn’t have to go to the pumpkin patch to find out there weren’t any there? We don’t know. Because they don’t tell us. They simply flex their wealth and opulence and then end the video… because they don’t ‘owe anyone anything’.

All I’m saying is, acknowledge that you’re not the person you once were. Acknowledge that the eight vehicles in your garage are because you lead a really privileged life, and that not everyone gets to live that way. Stop trying to pretend you’re a regular ‘folk’ when you believe it’s appropriate to ‘try and keep us believing’.


Please note that while I’ve only given one specific example of a youtuber in this post, that is not my picking on them, it was just for example’s sake. Really, I believe this applies to A LOT of people who make their living being an ‘Influencer’.

Horrible Bosses (Tag)

I’ve seen this trend going around (I did not make it up) and I wanted to add my contributions. Because I’ve had one hell of a ride since I joined the ranks of the working world.

Up until 2018 I was working for a misogynistic man who, by all accounts, reached his present position from what I can only assume was the ‘Peter Principle’. He didn’t know how to do his job and he solely relied on me to make sure that he looked good when projects need to be done.

When I say that he didn’t know how to do his job, he was running this company without any real understanding of how the industry functioned to which we operated in. He had no experience in the industry and when I would talk to him about industry competitors, he would tell me to not question him. Which… happened to be his code for he really didn’t understand or know anything about what i was talking about.

I learned to deal with him taking credit for my work. I mean, after all it’s basically the underlings who are supposed to make the boss look good, regardless of their competence or lack thereof. What I didn’t like about my boss was who he was/is and how he treated me, how he believed ‘the real world’ functioned and what he thought was an appropriate way to spend funds.

Though I never wore anything inappropriate for office attire, if I ever wore anything that remotely resembled a v-neck, he would openly and loudly tell me to ‘put my breasts away’ because I was being too distracting. This happened whether the V-neck was 1/2 inch or 3 inches. Unless I was covered up to my neck, he was making comments about my breasts. He just thought that it was a great running joke for him to have with the other men in the office.

On the other hand, when there were important meetings in the office, he would routinely tell me, and the lone other female, that if we even wanted to be considered for being invited to the meeting we better wear something revealing that day because they needed to make a good impression.

He also had a rule that I had to wear a skirt and heels when we had press conferences. One time, just one time, I decided to show up to the press conference with pants and flats on and it was a year before I was able to do another press conference.

While all of this behaviour was happening, I would routinely tell my friends about it as a means of venting about our jobs. Well, my friends would ask ‘Why don’t you go to HR?’ Easy. He was HR. How are you supposed to take concerns to HR when the person treating you unfairly is also the entire HR department at the company?

The office was a real ‘men’s club’ so to speak with the language used and the attitudes taken towards doing thing. If I ever declined a project they found it appropriate to proclaim ‘Don’t be such a pussy! Just do it!’. A lot of people told me that I just didn’t have a sense of humour, and perhaps I don’t, but I never found ‘jokes’ like those to be ones that a boss should say to any employee, let alone a female employee. If he did something that made me angry, which routinely happened because he was kind of an idiot, he’d say things like ‘God are you PMSing again? That’s the third time this month. You should really get that checked out’.

Any time that I did anything good in that office, he took credit for it. And any time that he did anything wrong, he would blame me for it. These weren’t just small things he was doing wrong either. This was… driving the company vehicle while intoxicated and driving it into one of those parking signs at the front of the parking spot that says ‘Handicap Parking only’.

As a result, over time, everyone in the office started looking at me as a ‘problem’. From their perspective, I really wasn’t doing anything good (because he was always taking credit for it) and I seemed to keep screwing up, because whenever he did anything wrong, he’d blame it on me.

If I ever disagreed with him, or stood up to him for what he was blaming on me, he would go days, weeks, one time even went two months without speaking to me or acknowledging my presence. He was that mature that he would have another employee come and approach me because he refused to. ‘Because I didn’t deserve his time’.

Part of the company had a charitable arm to it. This allowed us to be corporate but also allowed us to accept donations for certain initiatives the company took on. Anyone who’s worked as a part of a charitable organization knows there’s a certain precise nature to which you need to deal with the money you accept as a means of abiding by the laws that govern charitable organizations. Laws that are put into place to keep people from taking donations and using them to spend in outlandish and ridiculous manners that don’t relate to that of the charity at all.

My boss didn’t like to follow those laws.

He would routinely take donations and use them as a means to upgrade his hotel rooms to presidential suites… hotel rooms that weren’t rooms but basically penthouse apartment style lofts on the top floors of the hotel that cost upwards of $3,000 or more per night. When we went on work trips, he’d bring his family – wife and all of his kids, paying for plane tickets for all of them with the donations. Not only that, but he would buy lavish gifts for himself and the managers of his office, or even take charitable donations and use them to go on golfing trips with clients. If I ever dared question him on it, I’d get taken off projects, removed from being able to interact with those clients and then he would tell those clients I was on ’employment probation for conduct unbecoming of the organization’ and that’s why they weren’t to deal with me anymore.

In the latter half of 2018 word had gotten out, through whispers of what I can only assume is a certain particular client that my boss pissed off, that money from the charity was being misspent. Jumping to cover his tracks, my boss asked for me to sign my name to official audit paperwork stating that money was spent somewhere that it was not. At this point in time is when I learned that it wasn’t just a few thousand dollars he’d used in his favour, it was over $150,000 that he had misused and was now trying to hide under ‘administrative costs’ in other bank accounts.

I refused to sign the paperwork.

Being a charitable piece to the organization we were subject to audit each year. I didn’t want my name to be signed on these ‘administrative costs’ when the auditors actually figured out what they were. I wasn’t willing to put my career on the line like that.

Shortly thereafter the company abruptly let me know they were ‘moving in a different direction’ and I was no longer employed by them.

Do you have any stories of horrible bosses? Leave them in the comments, or write a post of your own and tag me in it so that I can read your stories too. Heaven knows, there are a lot of horrible bosses in this world!

Lest We Forget

My grandfather never spoke of the war. At least not that I can recollect. And, in spite of all of the things I’m sure that he saw during WW2, in spite of all of the friends he lost, the worries he had, the struggles he went through, he was one of the happiest people I’ve ever known. I have profound admiration for him, all that he accomplished in his lifetime and the legacy he left behind with, not only my family, but everyone he knew.

My cousin Ian, since serving several tours in Afghanistan, has gone on to become a police officer who continues to deal with some of the most difficult situations one could possibly imagine. I have never, not once, heard him talk about the horrors he’s experienced with war, or continues to experience working in major crimes. He is, to this day, one of the most positive people that i know who always manages to see the good in life. I have a profound admiration for him and the impact he leaves on my family and in this world.

I wear a piece of them in my heart wherever I go and keep a piece of every person, past and present, who has served and sacrificed and continues to serve and sacrifice so that I can have the blessings I have today.  I will never forget. 

Thank You.

It’s not enough, but it’s all I have.

May we always remember the people who are the reasons for the peace we have today.

This millennial’s music guide.

I’m not really sure what genres I could call this collection of songs. But, since music is such a big piece to my life, I thought for the first time ever, I’d share some of my favourite songs on this blog.

I truly believe that a person’s taste in music can tell you a lot about who they are. People are often surprised when they hear my selections for song choices. I’m not really sure that this collection will say much about me, but if it is does then please feel so inclined as to share some of your favourite songs. I’d love to let your favourite songs tell me a little bit more about you.

I really tried to narrow it down to ten but I just couldn’t. Thus, this list is thirteen…

Tom Cochrane & Red Rider – Boy Inside the Man

I can’t really explain the reason why I love this song so much. It just a certain ‘purity’ to it that makes me think of all the adventures I go into growing up. It’s pure nostalgia for me when I hear it.

Kim Carnes – Bette Davis Eyes

Oh goodness, I might need to stop actually talking about why I like these songs because I’m only on #2 and I’m struggling. This song, it reminds me of a specific moment in my life when someone said to me “Forgive me for staring, but your eyes, they’re the most blue of anyone I’ve ever seen.” When I hear it, I’m transformed back to a much more simple time and place in life. And, I like that. I guess you could say this one is nostalgic for me as well.

The Marshall Tucker Band – Can’t You See

This song is waking up in the morning to smell a fresh pot of coffee brewing and hear some extremely loud singing coming from the shower. It’s a peaceful drive into the city, on your way to work, witnessing the truly incredible sights the Canadian landscapes have to offer, with the sun beaming on your face and a sense of fulfillment in your heart. This song is… peace, calm and serenity to me.

Tom Petty – I won’t Back Down

Though it doesn’t sound like much of a fight song, this song is my fight song. When I feel like the world is kicking me around and throwing all sorts of shit at me that I can’t handle, this is the song I’ll go to.

Bruce Springsteen – Dancing in the Dark

Ugh… to me this song should be a Millennial Anthem. It’s like… as we were being born, he knew how we’d feel 30 years from then…

Paul Simon – You can call me Al

This song is equally annoying and incredible to my brain. I both love it and hate it equally, and cannot stop listening to it. It’s like an earworm that I’ve had since I was ten years old.

Otis Redding – Sittin’ On The Dock of the Bay

This song reminds me of my grandfather. This was his favourite song, and I think as a result that’s why it’s one of my favourites. My grandfather was someone who could hear something on the radio and sit down and play it on his piano, or guitar, or any of the instruments he had in his house. He was a music genius and he always had a soft spot for this song. As a result, I do to.

Elvis Presley – Heartbreak Hotel

I love Elvis. I love all Elvis. From Jailhouse Rock to Blue Christmas to Suspicious Minds, I really love it all. If I had to pick a favourite though, this will always be my favourite Elvis song.

Dobie Gray – Drift Away

This is the most chill of all chill songs (for lack of ability to describe it any better).

Chris Stapleton – Millionaire

A song from this decade, how did this sneak in here? Actually though, Chris Stapleton is one of the most amazing musicians ever in my mind. Fun fact: he was actually a songwriter for other artists before he broke onto the music scene himself. I’ve seen the man live… 3 times now. I’d go to his concerts again and again and again because his lyrics are incredible, his voice is powerful and his shows are just as damn good as the recorded songs. And when his wife appears in concert with them – oh my god, you won’t be let down.

The Wallflowers – One Headlight

This song was a key piece to my ‘I’m a moody teenager soundtrack’ and has stuck around on my list of favourites ever since. The 90’s was a truly great decade for music. Seriously.

Bob Dylan – Mr. Tambourine Man

This song also ranks on my ‘top of the tops’ list because of my grandfather. I recall so many times going over to his house and this song was playing. I think this was one of his favourites. He used to sit down and play it on his various instruments and try to make me sing. I would never sing though, because I’m horrible. But… fond memories.

David Lee Murphy & Kenny Chesney – Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

ANOTHER SONG FROM THIS DECADE! This song is my go-to for when I’m in a really bad mood. It always seems to make me feel like it’s better than I think it is…


Have any song suggestions that are your favourites? I’m always looking for some new music to encapsulate my soul.

Natalia Grace Speaks!

In follow up to ‘Natalia Grace – I can’t even with this crazy story…

Photo: Screenshot of the trailer for the Natalia Grace appearance on Dr. Phil.

A few weeks back I actually heard that Natalia was going to be on the Dr. Phil show to share her side to the story. I’ve been waiting to write more on this story because I wanted to find out when she was actually going to appear on Dr. Phil before saying anything so that if people were interested they could watch as well.

Natalia Grace, along the foster parents she’s been living with since being abandoned in 2013, will be on the Dr. Phil show on Nov 7 (this Thursday).

If anyone is interested in hearing Natalia’s side to this story, I strongly encourage you to tune into Dr. Phil on Thursday. In my opinion, I believe of any person on television that could possibly get to the truth of the matter, Dr. Phil is probably the most reliable.

A few interesting things have happened in this story since I first spoke about it a few weeks back. Without further adieu, here we go:

Firstly, Michael and Kristine Barnett (mostly Michael) continued selling their story and making media appearances for any outlet that would hear them and… basically believe their side. To my account they appeared on at least fifteen different shows on three different continents spewing their ‘speculations’.

Following this ‘media tour’ of sorts, Prosecutors in Indiana filed an injunction to get a gag-order placed on Michael and Kristine Barnett that would stop them from speaking about Natalia in the media. They argued that Michael and Kristine Barnett were essentially trying to sway public opinion in their favour as a means to 1) Taint any possibly jury that could be selected for their upcoming January 2020 trial and 2) Look less guilty if they could get the general public believing their egregious storytelling.

The judge agreed and the gag order was issued!

Secondly, the couple who initially intended to adopt Natalia when she was brought to the United States in 2009 has come forward with their paperwork from the Ukrainian government showing the birth date of 2003. Not only that but they have shown photos of themselves with Natalia from 2009 when Natalia was having overnight and weekend visits with the couple to determine if they could be suitable parents for the girl. One of those photos included below:

Photo credit: Vincent and Nicole DePaul

Vincent and Nicole DePaul, speaking with Inside Edition shared their dismay at the Barnett’s for abandoning Natalia and leaving her to fend for herself. They also showed young pictures of Natalia having, including one of her having lost baby teeth while in their care and others of Natalia enjoying time with their daughter Mackenzie.

Vincent, Nicole and their daughter Mackenzie all suffer from dwarfism themselves. The couple go on to share a reminder that the Barnett’s claims are egregious and ridiculous and that they have a special understanding of Natalia’s needs and disabilities because they’re dwarfs themselves. Natalia’s dwarfism causes severe disabilities with walking, seeing, hearing and… holding up her own weight on such a small skeletal frame. The couple asked (the very real question that I’ve asked myself many times during the reading of this story) how on earth a young girl with Dwarfism and disability causing her to not even be able to stand up straight could possibly have done the things the Barnett’s claimed, such as pushing Kristine Barnett towards an electric fence.

Valid question, right?

How did Natalia, at roughly three feet tall and probably fifty pounds of weight, struggling to properly stand straight and walk on her own, manage to push Kristine a full grown woman more than two feet taller than her towards an electric fence?

Another claim the Barnett’s made was that they awoke one night to find Natalia standing over their bed with a knife. Again, how does someone roughly three feet tall stand over a bed with a knife? Are they sleeping on the floor?

While the video didn’t say exactly why the DePaul family didn’t end up adopting Natalia, there could be a million reasons why. It was a bit of an oversight on Inside Edition to leave that information out. Could it have been purposeful? I don’t work at Inside Edition, so I can’t say for sure, but I if I were to bet money… I’d say that information was left out on purpose.

Anyways, regardless of why they didn’t adopt Natalia, I still believe she is a child, and I’m sticking with my belief that the Barnett’s are lying and have been since the start.

I’m excited to see Natalia on Dr. Phil on November 7. Have you been following the story? Will you be tuning in?

Getting winded walking up and down the stairs

Yeah, I’ve officially hit that point where it takes every ounce of my energy to walk up and down the stairs.

Aside from going to the doctor, I haven’t done much leaving of my room in the past five days. Being sick sucks. And I’m a whiny little pain in the butt when I am sick, so it’s safe to say that everyone around me is pretty annoyed with me by this stage.

Hibernation is in full effect.

There weren’t a ton of kids tonight for Halloween. I always envision Halloween being this massive event where hundreds and hundreds of kids come to the door, I get to spend the night handing out tons of candy and seeing adorable costumes.

Tonight, I spent my time creepily sitting in the front window to see costumes. I didn’t want to share my germs with anyone else. And there might have been 40 kids who came to our door. This means there is A LOT of candy left. What am I going to do with all of that extra candy?

I’m feeling lonely.

Don’t settle for anything just because it’s something.

Love hasn’t always been kind. Love hasn’t always been giving, or thoughtful or helpful. Love hasn’t always been good.

The first time I fell in love, I was over the moon. He was absolutely everything to me and held more power over me than I would ever like to admit to.

In my younger, more vulnerable years, lacking in self-confidence at the time (and for years after due to his treatment), I accepted his shitty treatment for longer than I would like to admit to. I didn’t just accept it, I welcomed it. He had anger issues. And, looking back, he had serious issues with depression as well. He really liked to take out his frustrations on me. Yelling, screaming, throwing things at me, insulting me, preying on my every insecurity, getting in his car and leaving me places, forcing me to find a way home on my own. These were just things I came to expect. While I was shocked the day I found out he was cheating on me, I look back now on his behaviour and I think of how I should have seen the signs. I should have known what was coming. I really shouldn’t have been surprised.

And every time he treated me poorly, like clockwork, he’d go buy a fancy piece of jewelry or an expensive pair of shoes, show up a day or two later with them tied together with a nice pink bow. Every time I saw a little pink bow, I forgave him. I don’t know why. I look back on it now and I think I was mighty stupid for accepting gifts as though it is/was/could ever be any apology for his shitty treatment of me.

I’ve always hated pink bows.

There’s a quote from a book (that I’ll admit I have ever read) that rings true for a lot of people in this world. In The perks of being a Wallflower, the quote is ‘We accept the love we think we deserve.’

How fucking true is that? (Please excuse my language)

It’s so relevant. People who think low of themselves, people who struggle with self confidence, they’re so easy to accept shitty treatment under the mask of ‘love’ just because they feel that’s all they deserve. I know this because that’s what I felt I deserved back then.

If you’ve been there, if you are there now, please know that you deserve more. Don’t feel bad for thinking you deserve more. Don’t feel bad for wanting more. Don’t settle for anything just because it’s something. Love should be better than that. You are worth more than that.

Love should be patient. Love should be kind. Love should be thoughtful and helpful, fulfilling and caring. Love should bring out the best in you. Love should never make you doubt your self worth. Love should never make you question your value.

If you’re there in a tough relationship now or if you’ve been there before, I completely I understand. I was that person who didn’t think there was anything better. And trust me, I was so wrong. Looking back now, I’m happy that I was wrong. Because he was a piece of shit. And now that I know better is out there, I have to believe better is out there for you, too.

I wish for everyone to find their Knight in shining armour. Or Knightess!(yeah, pretty sure I just made that up because there’s no female form of Knight, is there?)