FUCK YOU, BELLE GIBSON

Some months ago I came across yet another health guru spewing the usual crap of TOXINS and CHEMICALS (OH MY!), and using such words in a way that you immediately know they have little concept of what either term actually means. Except this charlatan was different. This modern day snake oil salesperson was caught out, in a very public way. 

Source: Facebook

For those of you that don’t know, bushy-tailed, bright-eyed Belle Gibson created an app (and later a book) called ‘The Whole Pantry’. In this she began her mountain of lies -having brain cancer, her cancer spreading all over her body, saying no to conventional (IE real) treatments and insisting that she was being kept alive by whole food goodness, #WokeAsFuck and all that. In 2015 media investigations revealed that not only had she fraudulently collected money telling her followers it was for charity, but she had in fact made her whole cancer story up from thin air and even lied about her age as well many other details of her life. She was a pathological liar, wanting fame, attention, pity and a quick buck, and it wouldn’t stop there. 

She lied for years about having cancer and made up doctors - Source: The Whole Pantry

When pressed in interviews she blamed other people (including imaginary), played the victim, tried to distract from the questions being asked and most importantly -played down her role in persuading cancer patients to follow her example; health advice she had dished out so easily with little regard for others wellbeing. And that really is her biggest crime of all. She spoke directly with cancer patients and give them hope and guidance, she pretended to be one of them and stood as a beacon of health and wellbeing. She preyed on the most vulnerable and right out lied that she could prevent them from dying, as she had done with herself. 

But we aren't blameless here. We are a gullible society, wanting to believe in magic and fairytales, too lazy to look beyond and question, too egotistical to say "I don't know enough about this topic" and maybe we should listen to the real experts. We want hope and romance and we want it delivered by blonde white women in stylish clothes.

Hopping on #Instagram

Well, well, well, I have yet again mounted the social media pony and went and got myself an Instagram. I never bothered before -I have Facebook (both profile and pages) and a Twitter account, surely that is enough cloud space for photos? But realising that everyone has one these days, particularly bloggers, I hopped right on. And it's slightly addictive... My ego, nosiness and social conditioning love it, while my insecurities and female brain tell me it's dumb, I'm a fraud and it's waste of precious time/ life. Kinda like watching Pretty Little Liars (which I did recently... Sooo many issues with it, fuckin' hell. Like the writers just made the story up as they went along, yeah? The midway/ summer ending of season 6? Oh what monkey cock, kill me now, and all of the characters. I think by the end of it *I* was actually A. It's still quite addictive for some reason though... another rant for another day). So, anyway, the reasonable human in me tells me to shut up, stop over thinking and I post pretty-ish pictures of mundane things I like, do, see... I think you probably know the complex workings of Instagram yourselves. Join me there, lets self loathe together.

So for various animal pics, mini adventures and probably some playing with my toys/ building forts, join me here:

Cripple Baby on Instagram

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