ding dong bell, pussy’s in the well

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Facebook determined to destroy my self-esteemWendys – be prepared

Facebook advertising says so

With each Facebook personalised advertisement pushing me to update my relationships, jobs, looks – a little bit of my self-esteem slips away.

Actually it doesn’t. For some reason I’ve developed an immunity. I’m an exceptional person. It  seems like many women do loose a little bit of confidence, a little bit of heart. Advertising standards could do so much more to protect the mental health of the public, saving oodles of money

Today Facebook recommends that I get a rich (or poor) dad, presumably either by:

  • persuading my father to become an entrepreneur, or
  • marrying a ready-made dad

The other adverts suggest that before I can successfully bag myself an effective male entrepreneur I’ll need to lose 7 pounds in 10 days, head-off any rogue menopause symptoms and get my nails painted with miniature masterpieces representing different garden views from famous stately homes of Britain. You can just see Cliveden’s terrace garden on the last adverts’ forefinger

grrrrrrWhile on my annual national Holiday manoeuvres in National Trust properties I managed to snap this undercover, long-distance, sniper photo-shot on Cliveden’s terrace garden. Here we see an entrepreneur with child springing a suprise ambush on an unsuspecting slightly plump, sweaty, female with unpainted nails

Be careful out there

 

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  1. Bux writes:

    and as for me…I’m STILL getting the cuprinol ads, I’m obviously as near to perfection as one can be without a garden :-0

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