Congratulations!
Is this a lost verse by Shania Twain? "Okay, so you baked a cake. That don't impress me much."
Jenna is a jerk.
I'm not saying….
….I understand anything about her but… I do not understand about the whole cake mix thing. She says she will bake a cake…with this cake mix…if she gets some arbitrary number of subscribers. The whole thing is so stupid I don't have the capacity to even try to think about it. The main question is Who Cares? Is there someone in the world that will subscribe so she can bake a cake? What if she lies and bakes the cake any way?……yeah, okay…WHO CARES? Is this what passes as content nowadays? We're doomed.
HD. Jenna acts as if she’s 14 not 41 with her stupid “slum cakes.” No one cares. She’s an immature, attention whore.
ReplyDeleteI’ve reposted this comment that was at the end of the last post, because it’s funny and fantastic. It deserves to be seen.
ReplyDeleteperfectly Rubenesque farm goddessJanuary 10, 2024 at 1:14 AM
Delete“Yes, you read that right, darlin'. I am a "perfectly Rubenesque farm goddess." Because I AM perfect. And I loves me a good Reuben sandwich, or Monte Cristo, or Croque Monsieur, all made with things grown on this farm. Hoo! I am a goddess! GODDESS DEVINE!!
I made my sandwich in this morning storm of creativity, still under the dreamy haze of last night's whisky sponsored Taylor Swift binge fest with my hawk. See, when I was naked and cold in the dark, all I saw beyond my steamy body was a hint of possibility: my old-school fridge. Not one of those new-fangled fancy fridges hooked up to the internet and paid for with direct deposit funds. Nosiree, just a simple fridge as old as my vintage landline phone. True hipster cred, am I right?
And I knew with every piece of my being, that the fridge, with all it's contents (including pork bits shaved off customer orders) I knew that a little effort, (and a tight grip on the counter to ward off the post drunk dizzies) would be the perfect combination to make a sandwich fit for a GODDESS, me!! Because I AM the goddess of this little mountain in the middle of nowhere. I AM the goddess of all the animals here. Why, they beg me everyday for a scrap of food. Sometimes they even claw at door! Is that not pure devotion to a goddess?
But I digest. (Or is it digress?) *Burp* Anywho darlins, as I placed the ingredients on the counter, no part of me doubted that the sandwich would come. It's simple what happens next, a proven fact! I knew within ten minutes I would be wolfing down a few sandwiches with a mug of whisky coffee in my cool mug that says, "There Might Be Whisky In This" because I think thats funny because who would ever guess, right? *Hiccup*
Here's what I want to share today: Don't stare at your empty fridge. Because you will never become Rubenesque if you don't eat. So kill a pig or a goat. Or a dog or cat if you live in a city. Or there is always the grocery store, where I get most of my food. Start your day knowing there are suckers on the internet to send you the money you desire. I live my life that way, everyday. And when I am scared or anxious or worried, I remember that I have not only PayPal, but Venmo too! Because I am the GODDESS DEVINE!!!!!!”
This one was also good in its mockery of Jenna:
Deleteperfectly Rubenesque farm goddessJanuary 10, 2024 at 1:19 AM
“JP stands for Juicy Pussy, darlin'. Now go wring out your iPad.”
We wonder if Whack is back. She’s made similar style comments before a few years ago.
DeleteWhy are we reposting that nonsense?
DeleteSeems like Whack is back. Measuring snow via "dildo" (as posted in the last thread) is her type of humor, I think
DeleteYup. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
DeleteReally? I thought it was funny. It wasn't offensive at all and everything that was said was from one of Wog's posts.
DeleteAnonymous 10:29. I also thought that a few of their comments were funny. And I don’t consider them “nonsense.” Except for the dildo one. That was way too crass and crude.
DeletePDD. I reposted their two comments above, and thought that you might’ve made them. Then I saw the other ones, and realized that wasn’t your style.
DeleteJJ, I'm not that clever or ribald, lol, but thanks for thinking of me.
DeletePDD. I graciously disagree. You are very clever!
DeleteJJ
Anonymous 9:20 & 10:18. We’ll repost whatever we want to here. It’s only HD who has the right to ban not you two. Just scroll past if you disagree with comments. This is a democracy not a dictatorship.
ReplyDeleteOf course, free country and all that. I’ll happily scroll by any “whack” posts. Just not interested.
Delete“Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.”
DeleteLast thread, Anon 5:10am wrote: "I’m guessing that this is either PDD or Anon7."
ReplyDeleteBingo! The user "perfectly Rubenesque farm goddess" was me having some fun, lol. And I thought it would be obvious cuz of the time stamps (1:14am, 1:19am, etc) -- as I am pretty sure I'm the only one here who typically posts between 11pm-1pm, as I am a west coast night owl. So I tried to disguise my writing by not only trying to write like Jenna, but also curtailing my use of "cuz" for because, and also not using ellipsis (...) and dashes (--) which I usually over use.
I've written Jenna satire before, but always under Anon7. The reason for last night's pseudonym was because every once in a while the Pig Shocker writes something that just makes my jaw drop. Hence, seeing her call herself a "perfectly Rubenesque farm goddess" just gobsmacked me cuz she is NOT perfect, NOT Rubenesque, NOT a farmer and certainly NOT a goddess!
Anyway, I apologize if this caused confusion . And I promise you I am not Whack (HD can probably compare IP addresses.) And although I thought it would be fun to sometimes post as a pseudo Jenna, I'll just stick to Anon7.
Anon7. I was right! Thanks for your confirmation. Please do more. The satire was perfect.
DeleteApparently, “Rubenesque” is Jenna’s code for fat slob. “Hoo!!!”
Delete“This farm is still trying to cover the last mortgage payment of 2023, I’m trying to grow my Substack subscriptions, but still really need sales from logos/illustration work until that happens. If you or anyone, you know can use those services- please send them my way.”
ReplyDeleteNo one cares, cunt. You hide behind the stupid statement of “this farm.”
It’s beg a thon day because over on IG stories she is just vomiting absolute tone-def, forcible begs.
DeleteShe says she will continue this u til it gets “reeeeeaaaal weird” newsflash: it has been beyond real weird for a long time now.
Then she tells you, darlins, that you are “withholding from her trying rebuild her writing career”. No joke.
Girl can’t read a room for nothing!
Oh boy she keeps going! More IG stories on that. Now she says that if being told what to do is the reason people aren’t subscribing to her stack, well, some word vomit and then just get past that and subscribe.
DeleteShe posts yet another one to say that if gay content is the reason why you aren’t subscribing- then darlin, you are one of the ones that needs to subscribe the most.
I wish I was joking or posting sature of her stories. Folks, this is literally what she is saying.
Omg. One more. This one says pretty much what the first one said. If you are looking at her stories, you should be subscribing to her stack. Really? In what world?
DeletePoor widdle Wog. Pudgy is pouting again. Jenna is being a bully by pushing people into making a pity purchase. She’s shooting herself in the fat feet.
DeleteWe’ve watched her hostility turn into outright aggression for years. But she still won’t get a part-tine job to stabilize her financial issues, and insists on being a beggar by berating people to subscribe.
DeleteEdit: time not tine
Deletei love the story that’s basically: not subscribed because you don’t want to read it? just turn off email notifications and you won’t have to read it, just so long as you’re subscribed and paying.
DeleteAnon, let me guess. Did she have to live alone on a faraway mountain, without friends, living the wannabe feral homesteader lifestyle, until she realized she was GAAAAYYYYY???
DeleteOmg I saw that. That was the cherry on top of those pile of shit begs- if you don’t want to read it, mute email and subscribe anyway. Girl needs your cash!
DeleteJenna wants free funds no matter how much “dignity” she’ll continue losing, because begging has become her whole lie-style.
DeleteJenna needs to actually create quality content in order to earn paid subscribers. She really thought people would throw money at her for this laughable non-effort. Think again, Darling.
ReplyDeleteJenna is coming across as truly becoming crazy.
DeleteShe thought that fools would buy her bull, and subscribe to her rotten writing for nothing of merit to offer.
DeleteJenna-
ReplyDeleteSo maybe, just maybe plan to bully and beg when you have a real quality post up? Using a post about an award winning actor to drive traffic and entice subscribers does not really scream “ I’m a writer trying to ignite my career”. Wow a post is coming soon about you coming out as queer. Who knew!!!???
Especially since misidentified the awards show multiple times in that error-filled article!
DeleteSince she misidentified *
DeleteYes!!!😂
Deleteit’s funny how she keeps saying she came out or accepted being queer in her “late 30s”. i’ve been following her since at least 2015 when she was in her early 30s and she’s been out that entire time.
ReplyDeleteReddit receipt of Jenna stating that she’s not a lesbian.
Deletehttps://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/s/kNQTrpfQgH
Is she day drinking???
ReplyDeleteInsulting & guilting free subscribers into paying her the monthly price of a Netflix subscription for shoddy content isn't the answer.
Badgering IG readers into free subscribing to artificially build her Substack stats isn't the answer.
Producing quality posts that are worthy of subscribers is the answer.
Consider: All this drama because Jenna refuses to take a part-time outside job, get a roommate, or cut expenses in order to "pay this farm's mortgage."
Instead, she apparently thought she could do the bare minimum on Substack (five of the last nine posts are repeats) and collect poodle cash - the approach she's used for farming, logos, soap and pet portraits.
I thought the same thing. I’m sure the 9 new subscribers opted for the free membership. Look at all the time she has wasted posting her begs when she could have buckled down and created fresh content. It’s unbelievable the lengths she goes to to avoid honest work.
DeleteJenna has been begging for so long that she’s incapable of stopping.
DeleteI think that she’s “day drinking,” smoking weed and losing her grip on reality. Jenna will wind up alienating her subscribers, and it’ll cost her their support.
DeleteIt’s also funny how she’s referred to her obese body as being “curvy” and “Rubenesque” rather than fat. Wog has no waist. We’ve watched her waddle around town.
ReplyDeleteTalk about exaggerated euphemisms to describe her abhorrent appearance.
DeleteThere’s nothing sexy about saggy folds of fat.
DeleteWhoa! I just got off of working my well paid poodle job and looked at her IG. This may be the first time I can honestly say I'm embarrassed for her.
ReplyDeleteIt’s beyond belief. She keeps getting more desperate and pathetic.
DeleteJenna wants “poodle people” to pay for all of her living expenses.
Delete“I’m 36 away from making this huge milestone if you want to help rescue a farm!”
ReplyDeleteNo one wants “to help rescue” a lying, lazy loser like Jenna.
She still sounds like a crazy, carny worker trying to convince users to see a shit-show.
DeleteThe damsel in distress needs people to “rescue” her again at age 41. What a middle-aged moron.
DeleteAnd yet, no post in three days, and a ton of recycled, formerly free, mediocre content before that. Nah. That’s not how you grow a substack. Or attract PAID subscribers.
Delete“No sales all week. If you can share, please do!”
ReplyDeleteBoo fucking hoo. It’s no one else’s responsibility to shill her shit. Paging “Rachel Keane!”
“Venmo, it means so much. Hoo!!!”
DeleteJenna, a published author who is desperate to ignite her writing career is crowdsourcing what to write in an a new substack about coming out as gay. Fascinating since she supposedly was writing thousands of words on this and submitted it to an editor ( which was then denied). It’s interesting that she seems to have absolutely nothing to write about which makes me wonder if the whole “working on a book” was a lie and there was never an editor. Seems sus she has nothing to post on her substack but old blog posts.
ReplyDeleteDing ding ding
DeleteTHIS is the answer
The key word is “desperate.” Jenna reeks of it, and bad body odor.
DeleteOn IG “I’m writing how long form essay on what it’s like to come out later in life”. I believe what you are trying to say is ‘A’ long form essay. Put down the pipe darlin’, you’re writing gibberish ( again). Failing that …… PROOFREAD.
ReplyDeleteJenna can’t take time to either edit, or polish her purple prose. Yet she still expects new subscribers on her “Shitstack” crap.
DeleteFree substack just dropped. She’s dragging out the old and tired possum in the woodpile story again. Yawn.
ReplyDeleteProbably Jenna: in order to save this farm I need to really hustle and rekindle my writing chops for pay. People just can’t expect to read my work for free anymore and this is going to be the answer to my problems with income since I’m alone on the mountain!!! So here’s the plan, beg online for subscribers. Bully them, annoy them. Make them feel bad for reading my words for free. Then… just randomly put up old blog posts that anyone who has followed me for a while has already read. Oh, oh I know! Very little new content, but say that there will be in the future. Make sure readers know that I am going to write really sexy stuff ( sex sells) but then write about glorious farts. This is gold, just gold. I’m going to have enough money to buy TS merch. Hoo!!!
“This is a picture of a juvenile possum and the chicken wing I gave them and how it became the beginning of a beautiful friendship. If you’d like to read a short, free, essay on the karmic gifting cycle of the American opossum, link is in stories, or in my profile”
DeleteIt’s “free essay.” She either ignores commas when needed, or uses them improperly in her rotten writing. And this one was another old, recycled post. “Boy, howdy!!!”
“There’s a lot of stacks out there, but how many are a last chance at saving a farm? Financial support for my writing is my dream and theres no plan B -I don’t know what you deem worthy of payment when it comes to writing but I’m giving this all I’ve got. Please help share it.”
ReplyDeleteWhat a manipulative marketing tactic to try and elicit empathy by suggesting that her faux farm will be foreclosed again. GFY, Jenna. You’re a lying, lazy loser. Most mature adults have multiple “plans” to support ourselves.
“And if you can afford to pay a couple bucks bucks a month, hopefully I will someday be able to focus on my writing and not scramble to sell pet portraits or logos or soap just to not be afraid I’m gonna lose my house.”
DeleteWhat a crock of crap.
“If you want to put your money, where it really counts, this is the Substack for you.”
DeleteWe “put our money, where it really counts,” by supporting those who deserve it. “And” we don’t give handouts to immature adults who have been begging for over a decade, abusing animals, and are pathological liars.
She talks about writing as if it is something she has mastered. She hasn’t. She is not a writer. She is a failed homesteader with an outdated degree in graphic design who writes very poorly.
DeleteCame here also to say that big whoop, another recycled post three days after her last one, that’s after she promised something new and didn’t deliver, as per usual.
It's crazy how often Wog writes that "there's no plan B". Darlin', the plan B is to get an outside part-time or full-time job, like millions of other people, to pay the mortgage and other bills without fabricating stories to beg money from people.
DeleteHer supporters must be a special kind of stoopid to not stop and think that all Wog has to do is GET. A. JOB. to "save" the farm.
But, as Shamsters have already figured out, the farm probably hasn't ever been in financial trouble; if late payments were true (over the past 10 years!), she would have already lost the farm. Rather, I think, she enjoys lying and manipulating people into giving her free funds, and she detests the idea of lowering herself by working an actual job.
She plays while others pay. Live like fiction y'all.
PDD
You know, if anyone who didn’t know the whole story, read she was losing the farm, I think the first thing they would ask is - why doesn’t she get a job? Simple. I know this an old story but I’m still flabbergasted by the no plan B comment. And the whining about rich people. Yup - some inherit but many, many worked to get there. Her theories are at such odds with common sense. “I shouldn’t have to get a job and I’m poor. This country sucks. No fair”. GET. A. JOB. Easy.
ReplyDeleteHer moronic, massive sense of unearned self-entitlement is pathological at this point. Jenna’s serious mental illness, and defective character qualities are epic. But she still rigidly refuses to go and get a part-time job.
DeleteBoth of these comment are spot on. She’s mad people have more money than her, so why not pay so she doesn’t have to work? And the repeating trust fund comment? I know zero people who inherited one. They just had jobs. And sometimes had to endure bad bosses in order to keep a roof over their head. I’d much rather do that (to a point - then I’d find something else) rather than constantly fear losing my house. Make it make sense.
DeleteAnonymous 2:47. I wrote the comment at 2:42. It’s very obvious that Jenna believes she should be exempt from working at something other than her personal preferences. Both of her parents and siblings have jobs, although the folks are retired, but somehow Wog has developed a pampered princess pathology. It will never “make sense,” because her beliefs are irrational. We also don’t know of any trust fund recipients. She acts as if everyone but her has money handed to them for no reason. If she was really that worried about losing her home, then the filthy feral failure would get off her fat ass. It’s all a bunch of bull.
DeleteAnon 3:15 - perfectly said. And absolutely correct.
DeleteI suspect when she started hanging out with the NYT social media types, she ran into trust fund babies. At least one was, to my knowledge, but e en she's buckled down and got a job.
DeleteThere's also the chance she uses this language to appeal (and guilt) New Yorkers who may be TFB and therefore be gullible.
I still say that one of Wog’s worst mistakes was quitting her career so soon. There was never a need to buy a farm in her twenties. She should’ve waited awhile, accrued more money, and then done it.
DeleteHow many hours do you need to spend on your devices to repost all the crap she barfs up EVERY day? How many hours does she spend watching movies, which is apparently ALL DAY LONG? I think she’s tried to reassure us that she can draw cartoons and create logos with one eye on Buffy, which is debatable, but HOLY CROW, it’s probably a bad idea if you’re going to save your farm and become financially independent via Substack.
ReplyDeleteAnd as for farming, when has she last talked about chores, animals, or work outside? If you just began following her recently you’d think, “farm? She has a farm?” This “farming” crap is getting more sillier by the minute!
“More sillier”? I’m righting just like Jenna!
DeleteMy comment below was meant for you.
DeleteExactly. Her faux farm is a screen for Jenna to hide behind. She’s always been a hobbyist homesteader at best.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what animals she currently has on the farm, she posts about them so infrequently. Photos are almost always old. Weird for a homesteader blogger to not post about homesteading! And she wonders why more people aren’t signing up.
ReplyDeleteHer whole life is lies.
DeleteMore stupidity from the faux farmer about weather. Yes, weather east of her was bad, but her area wasn't. Still, she posted this on IG: "The wind is insane. And I'm on the "safe" side of the mountain, tucked in, and the powers out and I can hear trees snapping in the woods. This must be really bad on the flats/western slope? Y'all be safe."
ReplyDeletePoor grammar, natch. But temps were warm, and winds gusted to 20-30 mph, with a "whopping" 0.56" of rain. That’s not much by New England storm standards. Plus, if pig shocker lives on the east side of "the mountain", that was the windward side of last night's storm which came from the SE. The west side (leeward) is protected.
HTG, maybe she should quit watching TV and read a book (or step outside and take care of her animals).
PDD. Please. Get realistic. You can’t expect the big pig to take care of her hoard. Jenna’s too busy watching multiple reruns of Buffy and Gilmore Girls, and trying to bully people into subscribing to her “Shitstack” crap. Plus, she needs to plan her poses wearing ugly lipstick on her smug smirk, gaping maw.
DeleteAny farmer worth their salt knows how weather works. She is such a poser.
DeleteSFF. Jenna’s entire existence is fraudulent.
DeleteHer hokey “y’all” is annoying since Jenna isn’t a southerner, and the country colloquial comes across as being fake.
Delete“This must be really bad on the flats/western slope?”
DeleteAgain, the question mark wasn’t needed.
Yup, I live near Jenna. Super gloomy
Deletetoday, windy, sideways rain,but no big deal. People are going about their lives. Jenna wants some sort of storm to help her beg money. Some rain and wind ain’t gonna cut it!!
No one says y’all here. If someone says it, another person will usually come back with “ you from the south all of a sudden?” LOL. I hope Jenna doesn’t make people think people from this area are insufferable twats. The rest of us are hard working people who aren’t begging for dollar bills to pay our bills.
Last year, someone locally was begging for money online with a sob story and everyone I know was like “why isn’t she getting another job?” People work hard and don’t suffer fools who play around asking for cash when they aren’t doing the work themselves!!!
Anonymous 11:06. We’ve lived in
DeleteCambridge for years. We know from personal experience how nice most locals are. Jenna is an annoying anomaly who was a transplant from elsewhere. I also wrote the “y’all” comment above. Wog goes out of her way to be weird.
Edit for format: Anonymous 11:06. We’ve lived in Cambridge for years. We know from personal experience how nice most locals are. Jenna is an annoying anomaly who was a transplant from elsewhere. I also wrote the “y’all” comment above. Wog goes out of her way to be weird.
DeleteShe’s bashing locals again on IG. Apparently she can’t make eye contact with people at Stewart’s because she’s gay. I’m at Stewart’s all the time and I’ve never given a thought to the sexuality of people paying for gas or getting a coffee! I’ll try to be more attentive next time!
ReplyDeleteWe’re a queer couple in Cambridge who are greeted with warmth by locals. Jenna is loathed because she’s a cunt. It has nothing to do with her sexual preference.
DeleteMaybe they can’t “make eye contact,” because the “scrappy little lesbian” is intimidating due to being “a perfectly Rubenesque farm goddess. Hoo!!!”
DeleteWhat a blatant liar. We’ve often gone to Stewart’s in Cambridge and Salem. And there are usually friendly people to greet us. We’ve even sat down to visit with locals. Jenna emanates hostility from her fake fat face. She’s receiving her bad energy back like a social boomerang.
DeleteIt’s very probable that people are also avoiding Jenna because of her horrid hygiene. She has bad body odor, and literally, stinks. Even during the winter.
DeleteI don’t see anything about Stewart’s in IG.
DeleteIt was in her IG stories and surprise, surprise she deleted it. She had a video of people saying bad things about democrats and then she typed over it something like “ this is why I don’t make eye contact with people at Stewart’s in my area”. I don’t have the exact quote but that’s the gist.
DeleteJenna will often delete incriminating posts after reading our critical comments here. Unfortunately, for her, we keep receipts.
DeleteI’ve given some thought to the whole Jenna phenomenon. First of all she clearly has a source or multiple sources of income which are undisclosed. It would be impossible to hold onto her property otherwise. She clearly has significant mental health issues and personality flaws which make her unlikeable whether she claims to be gay, straight, bi, pagan, Buddhist or a church going catholic. She boasts about character flaws most people would be ashamed of. Her lack of hygiene speaks to low self worth and her inability to maintain an intimate relationship or even sustained friendships is troubling as is her cognitive decline. I understand that she is estranged from her family but surely her last remaining friend, Becca, has the wherewithal to convince her to get help. Every season she seems to withdraw into her closed world a little bit more. She had the misfortune of lucking into success early in her life and now has the twisted belief that the world owes her a living. As much as I believe she has a deviant personality and I find her behaviour abhorrent, inside all the lies and deceit is a tortured soul who is beyond helping herself. And this whole rant doesn’t even begin to address the sad state of everything outside the house. The whole property is falling down around her, the animals seem to be receiving sub-par care all because she wants to be perceived as a ‘lesbian homesteader living on the side of a mountain’ which doesn’t appear to be much of a mountain at all. Her life isn’t everybody else’s fault as she claims. She has done this to herself and can’t see that it’s time to take some personal accountability and dig herself out of this mess.
ReplyDeletePeople pay a lot of money out there for such a detailed, spot on analysis.
DeleteSFF. I agree with what you wrote. Your analysis is spot-on. I don’t think that Jenna will listen to any advice. She’s too stubborn, stupid and narcissistic. And Wog won’t ever accept adult accountability for her actions.
DeleteI’ve also noticed that Becca appears to be absent lately, and you don’t hear about her old friend Tara, too.
DeleteShe trots Becca out as a “look at my ex gf” character in her twisted fauxrm story every so often. The other day during her beg a thon for substack subscribers, she posted a story the ex gf Becca PAYS for a subscription on substack. Obviously in spite of her employment and accomplishments she’s a total dumbass to hitch her wagon to Jenna at all but to remain in her orbit… obvious screw loose. She always looks a little vacant behind the eyes in Jenna’s photos and the posts about the two of them going to another town to have Becca compete in a charity race against children and old people and brag how she came in first really set me sour on Becca. Birds of a feather and all that.
DeleteYour analysis is on point, SFF. If you look at Wog's early posts, she had a fairly-wide local social group, and it seemed she shared and bartered with others, male and female. I didn't follow closely enough to pin the timeline, but her extreme self-centered attitude grew after she met the NYC social media influencers. She bent over backwards for them, trying desperately to impress and imitate their snarky, hipper-than-thou attitude. (Note it didn't work).
DeleteNow, don't get me wrong. I think she's always been a user, but it 'seemed' she was more needy than entitled / bitchy. Almost everyone gets tired of being used, some more quickly than others. PP hung in there for a LONG time, but she seems to have finally realized she'd been used.
In small towns, reputation is everything. Wog's obviously burned or alienated locals. Except for the occasional logo suggestion, she's never recommended by locals for farm products/csa shares, etc. After 13 years in the same house, she should be sold out each year. That she "has" to share on the internet tells me (1) locals won't touch her or (2) the meat sales are a scam.
I think that Tara was the one that also seemed to be straight, then wound up with a woman a few years ago. Maybe Jenna saw her as some kind of Cambridge competition for the Queen of the Dykes local title.
DeletePDD. I call her Brainless Becca for a reason. Patty is probably pissed off that Jenna never paid her back for her car loan. Talk about burning your bridges to the ground. A bad reputation spreads rapidly in small towns. That’s why Wog is loathed by locals.
DeleteThe fact that Jenna isn’t active in any local markets trying to sell her stuff is very suspicious.
DeleteAny local who has driven by her property would run away kicking and screaming when they see the state of disrepair and neglect. Who would buy a food product from such an unsanitary operation?
DeleteAnon 6:39, I'm officially naming her "Slum Cake Becca" (SCB) lol.
DeleteWog love bombs SCB, so I'm not surprised at the visits, and Wog goes over-the-top to show SCB a good time. Hawk! Photos! Strawberries! Horsies! Wood stove! Home-cooked meals!
And like a good personal assistant, she "does" for SCB. She spent all day chasing down Taylor Swift tickets so SCB could roll off her futon and head to the concert. Wog also discovered a local 5K charity "fun run" for volunteers, young & old, so an accomplished marathoner like SCB could "beat the pants" off locals - with Wog bragging on social media about the "ringer she brought".
Is it possible SCB eggs Wog on, because it's amusing to see Wog jump through hoops? Perhaps she was influential in Wog starting the Substack debacle.
PDD
PDD. Thanks for your response to my comment above about “SCB.” Funny, how if she’s a supposed “bestie,” that Becca couldn’t be bothered to keep Jenna company during Christmas. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s also sick of Wog.
DeleteYeah, the snarky public comments about SCB baking a Slum Cake would definitely put me off any friendship.
DeleteWog seems to always bite the hand that feeds her. She might add that to her list of behaviors when speaking to a therapist.
PDD
PDD. I’d be shocked if she’d ever seek therapy. That requires some maturity, and a willingness to work on one’s issues. I don’t think that Jenna believes there’s anything wrong with her being a “difficult person.”
Deletehttps://www.reddit.com/r/coldantlercritics/s/pJ7OD2d5S6
ReplyDeleteLast I checked, Jenna is not on any farm registry for her county /state which is weird since she’s a farmer selling meat and all.
ReplyDeleteIt’s not strange if her shares are a scam again. I strongly suspect that’s the case.
DeleteBecca reminds me of a pretty high schooler who keeps homely friends to make her seem even prettier. She is everything Jenna is not. Comparing herself to Jenna must be a huge boost to her ego.It seems that when she says jump Jenna says how high.
ReplyDeleteSFF, there were a couple of movies about this, and research studies It's called The Ugly Friend Effect, "wherein the proximity of your less attractive chum makes you more attractive to strangers by comparison." (The Guardian)
DeleteShades of Wog! Muddle through my first sentence, which is missing a period and is a little weird. My phone screen sometimes jumps.
DeletePDD
I still don’t get how Becca could date someone like Jenna who is repellent on every level.
DeleteSaw that she's offering audio readings on her substack. What fun, listening to Wog' grating voice stumbling through her own bad grammar, most likely stoned. My ears are bleeding.
DeleteSFF. I’d rather listen to fingernails on a chalkboard than hear her abrasive, arrogant and grating voice. We’ve met Jenna in person and it’s way worse.
DeleteThe thing that makes me laugh the most is the word Homesteader which she uses to describe her lifestyle. She lives on a public road. She has power, running water and she shops in a nearby town. How is that homesteading? She moved into a ready built house with a ready built barn. There is an in-house furnace and she washes her clothes at the local laundromat. Good lord, she even has a dishwasher which pops up in her photos from time to time. She hires contractors to do house repairs and cut down trees. At best she lives rurally but homesteader - I think not. She is an absolute fraud.
ReplyDeleteYes. I do more “homesteading” in my suburban neighborhood than she does on her “fauxrm”.
DeleteHer whole life is lies. And her hoard of animals are pet props to pose for pics to appear authentic.
DeletePoor little Jenna wants so desperately to be someone other than a lying, lazy loser from the suburbs of Pennsylvania.
DeleteI just read her post of 1/14. I think the title "I'll try narrating longer posts for ya, darlin' " sounds insulting and condescending, implying I can't read or have the attention span to read a longer post. I can see where some people might like it as a time saver, with the ability to do something else while listening. If I were a paid subscriber, I might be interested in it so I could do other things simultaneously. Things like vacuuming, taking a shower, do the dishes, etc.
ReplyDeleteWonder if she reads the way she writes, with the unnecessary and misplaced question marks and explanation points. I admit I would like to hear her say her oddities, like the "hoo", and even how she says "darlin' ". I've never actually heard anyone say that in real life (outside of movies).
DeleteIs someone gonna sacrifice themselves for the cause? I'd be fun to know how she does!
Could you please post it? Thanks!
DeleteNo one wants to hear her abrasive, arrogant and grating voice. Jenna’s narration even on YouTube was terrible.
DeleteAnon 5:11: Her opening paragraph of 1/14 on Sub Stack is free. I can't see the actual post that she says she would read for me, I am not a subscriber, free or paying.
DeleteAnon 4:43, watch her You-Tube videos, and you'll not be interested in listening to her narrate stories.
DeleteAs others have pointed out, her voice isn't pleasant; it's raspy and sounds condescending and arrogant. I couldn’t make it through an entire video. View at your own risk.
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who knows, some may prefer her yip-yapping.
DeleteDark Horse
DeleteMy First Winter on Antidepressants
What is happening in our brains that forces us from a deep sleep? The kind of panic that wakes you up with a swallowed gasp, like you were just drowning in a dream? The anxiety that makes your mouth dry and eyes strain; and it doesn’t matter how much water you drink or light is adjusted, you know, in your gut, something isn’t right…
Sometimes it’s stress and sometimes it’s your bladder; but last night it was the subtle clanking of a metal trash can. I could sense it like a bad memory. Even though it was dulled by distance and walls, I could make out the muffled clatter of the 1/4-filled grain barrel rolling around the driveway like a goddamned maraca.
Friday, whose back was pressed against my chest in her normal little-spoon position, was deep asleep. The kind of dog sleep that could doze through an action movie in a theatre. Why didn’t she wake me? What if it’s a bear? Or way worse, a person?!
I laid in bed listening, hoping it was something else, anything else going on inside the house instead of outdoors. I can not stress how much I didn’t want to get up. My brain and body were exhausted. Also, the middle of the night is rarely kind to me.
But as I became more awake, clarity came like a sword cutting through paper streamers: I knew what the sound was. It was Merlin, my 30+-year-old retired draft pony breaking into the sheep’s grain. Again.
I got up in the cold house and checked my phone: 3:25 AM. I let out an exhaled stream of curse words and got dressed. I grabbed the lead rope and halter draped over a saddle in the front room. As I shuffled around in the dark, pulling on the huge size 10 muck boots my ex left, I lost balance and fell over, yelping in pain because I hit my knee on a bench. This upset the goose in the corner.
Cyrus the gander let out a WTF honk. This is an alarmingly loud sound to be right next to after banging your knee. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t understand why every other animal in the house was up and moving around. He watched from the hay-lined dog crate like we were neighborhood kids interrupted his nap.
(Cyrus isn’t in every night. I had brought him inside last night because he had been soaking wet from the rain. With his neck torqued, he couldn’t groom and dry his own down and would probably freeze, even in the barn.)
I strapped on a headlamp and headed outside, the dogs beside me. Friday bursting out into the dark and Gibson limping at a slow trot behind her. He’s still all there, but no longer able to run into the night after laying prone for 7 hours. My energy is somewhere in the middle.
We saw Merlin exactly where I expected, right beside the grain bin by the sheep gate. The dogs stood beside him, tails wagging as if to say, “Found him, boss!” I made some passive-aggressive remark to Friday about why she feels the need to explode into yowls at the sound of a passing car but allowed this to happen without so much as a lip quiver?
Friday still has no comment at this time.
ReplyDeleteBut there he was, trying to break into the grain bin in the light of the lamppost. The sky was cloud-covered, there was no moon. Only the passing flurries in the glow of a dimming headlamp that needed fresh batteries. Thank the gods I had put his blanket on before bed, because everywhere that wasn’t draped in canvas and wool was COVERED in burdock burrs. Merlin is a fell pony, a breed with famously feathered feet and a long mane. Now he looked like a porcupine in a bathrobe.
He was eating hay beside the sheep fence because he couldn’t get the lid off the grain bin, despite using the metal can as a soccer ball around the driveway. I wiped cold snot from my nose and haltered him. He walked back to his paddock without protest. Two short, stout, aging ghosts in the night slowly making their way into the woods by a dying beam of light.
I got him settled back in the paddock and went into the barn to grab some hay. I’m almost out, down to 15 bales, maybe less? Most farmers have barns loaded with hay all winter, but I have yet to achieve that level of financial solvency, so I buy 50 or so bales a month delivered 25 at a time by a local farmer. A new delivery is scheduled for Monday and I have been putting it off because I am trying like hell to make the December mortgage soon as possible.
And so the low amount of hay in the barn, the work of fence repair ahead of me, the cold, money, love, loneliness, death… the helplessness of handling this shit alone, all the time ... I started to feel a panic attack coming on.
For me, that means a rapid heartbeat, cold sweat, and a tingling that starts from the right side of my neck and travels down into my right arm. It happens when I’m really afraid, sometimes I get numb and can’t use it for an hour.
I didn't bite my lip and push through it, trying to fix things with a pounding heart like there’s a speed-run prize for night errands. I stopped in the night woods, got down on my knees, and breathed the way Jessamyn taught me. I called for Gibson and pulled his maned neck close to my own. I kept my breath steady. I held my good boy.
And in a few moments the tingling stopped.
If any of you deal with anxiety you know the way 3 AM hits. Everything you can handle in daylight feels impossible in the dark. And as I was walking back to the horses with as many flakes of hay I could carry from one of the last remaining bales, I tried to channel 6 AM Jenna three hours early.
ReplyDeleteBecause 6 AM Jenna can handle anything. 6 AM Jenna has a brain fueled by hope and optimism. And 6 AM Jenna will now do whatever she needs to do to take care of 3 AM Jenna—and I remembered that. And it worked.
It wouldn’t have four months ago, though.
This is my first winter on antidepressants in a long time. I’ve been on them a few months now, and I can say (for me) they don’t stop panic or negative thinking, at all. But they do allow space between the two Jennas. They make it possible to see, unequivocally, that this terrified version of me isn’t a cage I am trapped inside. It’s something I can observe and change.
I’m still afraid of the dark, but now I’m aware the fear isn’t permanent and will pass. Not aware logically, I always had that. I mean I felt that in my body chemistry. I felt the calm that distance granted. A feeling no amount of talking or alcohol or weed could repair because those things do not build serotonin; they deplete or distract it.
I still feel the very real fears of losing my farm, failing miserably, ending up in some homeless shelter telling the woman in the next bed station about how I used to ride horses across mountains and catch wild trout in my own stream. Now I observe the panic as something happening to someone I love. I have replaced disdain with empathy. That is a gift.
It took a long time to talk to a doctor about wanting help. Things had to get really bad. And when I say really bad, I mean pacing around my farmhouse, for months, feeling the warping floorboards under my 5’2” body give a smidge, convinced the same way people were in those last moments on the Titanic, that I was about sink into darkness.
Then it got way, way, worse…
Before I get into all these triggers and explain how I started to spiral, I want to make it clear that outwardly I seemed fine. People struggling with mental health are rarely acting “crazy” or in any way dangerous. That is a horrible, outdated, stigma and I do not want you to think that just because I am being honest about what was going on in my head, that I was lumbering around town unshowered and mumbling to squirrels.
All of what I am going to explain was happening internally, while self-isolating, a private struggle only my closest friends knew the full extent of. And no amount of matching lipstick, planned outfits, Instagram posts or chatty conversation that made me seem chipper as a receptionist at a doggy daycare - none of that portrayed the fear inside my head.
And, if one of you sees yourself in this, and gives yourself permission to seek help because of it - I could care less what anyone think about me.
ReplyDeleteOur thoughts and feelings are not special little secrets. We are not experiencing anything that hasn’t been experienced for thousands of years by billions of people. It’s not the people oversharing on substacks that need help; it’s the people embarrassed for them. The ones that feel that level of vulnerability is weakness, that keep their emotions bottled and hidden. These people are time bombs at the worst or prisoners at best.
This is for the person reading this that doesn’t think “things are bad enough” to get a therapist or talk to a doctor. You deserve to heal. We all do. Here’s what happened:
A lot of things collided that made life overwhelming in a way I was not prepared for. Small things like consuming too much news, and all of it being horrific, made every day feel like I was living in a collapsing world.
I am no longer comfortable struggling like I’ve been. That was okay for a kid in her twenties—even a lost soul in her thirties—but I’m a 41-year-old woman and I want a washing machine. I want to not wake up worrying about how I can pull this off another month. I want to be able to provide for a wife, maybe a family? I don’t know, but I know I’m tired and I’m not suited for any other type of work but self-employment. Ask anyone who’s hired me.
I bought a very old house that needs a lot of work. And much like WebMD, I know just enough about home construction to have the vocabulary for anxiety, but zero actual technical understanding of what is keeping this house up. It’s like hearing your dog snore in another and thinking it’s a ghost.
I think getting rejected again by a woman I was dating sent me into another layer of fear. It had nothing to do with her, at all. I am glad she ended things as we weren’t the right fit. But it was another person I let into my life that felt I didn’t deserve theirs.
This is not soul-crushing, this is just dating. But I’m not a kid anymore, and I want to spend my life with someone I love who loves me, and I feel so behind everyone else. Straight people who are happily married in their thirties may have been trying 20+ years to find their person. But I accepted who I was five years ago, started real dating at 37, and I feel exactly like some kid who has been dating five years.
Before help, I could easily convince myself I would never, ever, be good enough for the kind of woman I wanted to be with. Compound that with the fear of foreclosure, the pressure of running a farm alone, heating a house analog, public scrutiny, inflation, bad sales, the feelings became so heavy. I couldn’t carry them anymore.
And this made me over eat, and over sleep, and try to get lost in fog of “self care” and pot smoke. I deleted all the dating apps. I was wary of anyone who showed any interest in me. Clearly, they can’t be trusted.
Like I said, outwardly I seemed cheery and clever, at least to the few people I’d interact with at the check out lines or gas stations. But I was never able to escape from my brain’s constant churning, like a river after a thunderstorm. I turned down every single invitation to every event, be it dinner in an old friend’s kitchen or a trip to meet friends at the brewery. I steered clear of fundraisers, markets, book readings, concerts, anything public at all. I felt I wasn’t suitable for human consumption and everyone knew it. That everyone thought I was a joke, or a weirdo, or didn’t belong in their town or community because I don’t have brothers and sisters and cousins in the next town. I don’t have a husband or kids. I can’t stress enough how hard it is to feel like you belong somewhere when there’s no place for you in people’s concept of community.
So, I became obsessed with the floors.
I was convinced my decade of living in the house without upkeep meant the house would fall down. That the shifting floors, leaks in the slate roof, the years I didn’t rake snow off porches or kept certain rooms heated… all that life I lived confused and in the closet, struggling and distracting myself with horses and hawks and coming out - that I was going to pay for it, dearly.
ReplyDeleteAt my worst, I walked around my own home as if parts of the floor were lava, as if I was living in a house of cards. I would tell my closest friends how scared I was. I know they saw me falling more and more into this kind of obsessed worry. I know they understood it was misplaced fear, something for my brain to latch onto. More than once they told me consider therapy or medication, but I didn’t have health insurance at the time and the last thing I needed was another bill.
I would pick a topic and wring my hands about it until I did something, felt it was “solved,” and then I would worry about something else. It was as if there was a parasite in my brain that needed to be constantly fed, and it didn’t matter what the topic was, it had to eat. If I fixed a floor I worried about the roof. If I had a roof expert come and tell me it wasn’t as bad as I thought, I worried about the well. Then I worried about the money I spent on estimates and repairmen, felt foolish, felt hopeless.
My friends Patty, Chris, and Miriam—people that have known me over a decade and truly love me—were so patient and did what they could to talk me down from these irrational fears.
Over the summer Patty helped me reinforce my floors in the dining room. We went into the basement and set up new support beams. Chris, that dear man, helped me rip open my kitchen floor, pulling out a century of different slates, wooden boards, and linoleum only to see the floor supports were resting on dirt, not stone. Of course it shifted since 1860! We got those boards on cement bases. He spent a whole weekend explaining to me that houses, especially small old wooden houses in a humid climate that are heated by fire, tend to warp and shift. He told me what to look for as signs of true danger based on a lifetime of working with and beside his father as a contractor. He wasn’t making it up. I knew that. I still paced, like a specter haunting my own home, convinced everything was falling apart because inside my mind, it was.
(By the by, do you know people in the UK are horrified when they find out Americans live in wooden-framed houses? Like, appalled. It’s not very encouraging.)
My friend Becca was there for me, too. We’d go drive around town on one of her long weekend visits and she’d point at every house she thought would fall down before mine. And she’d listen to me talk about heartbreak she could relate with, and encourage me to keep finding the answers I needed, the healing I needed.
My friend Jessie let me talk to her at her kitchen table whenever I wanted. She’d pour me a cup of tea, listen, give advice or talk shit and then send me home lighter with a loaf of bread. You know how much it helps to send someone home with warm food?
I love these people, so much.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, the constant irrational fear of the floor giving out below me was enough to finally ask for help. It’s one thing to worry about real fears like money and bills and foreclosure, but convincing yourself that your home is going to implode like the end scene in Poltergeist felt like it was time to move past all this. Or, at least try.
So I went to my doctor and explained why I wanted to try a low dose of anti-anxiety medication. Instead of writing a prescription, she let me talk to her for twenty minutes straight, explaining my life and circumstances. She listened kindly, nodding and watching my body language, handing me tissues, the kind of bedside manner you don’t expect with my insurance. After hearing all I had to say about my life, she told me, point blank, that I didn’t need anxiety medication. I needed anti-depressants and would I consider trying a low dose of one a lot of people feel better on?
I said yes.
And so, back to morning with the pony. I was still worried, about everything, but I could feel 6 AM Jenna inside me, as if she was watching me pace around that farm in the dark like a character in a video game. And I felt better. Not resolved, better.
I walked the whole fence line. You can’t just put a pony back in his pen and expect him to stay there. I had to find how he got out. It didn’t take long to see a downed section of fencing that lead through a burdock patch into the woods. I repaired it and walked along the wonky ground, uneven from frozen mud upheavaled by hoof prints. I kept my wits about me as I walked the line and kept my ankle protected with careful steps.
I discovered a large branch had fallen on the electric fence near the energizer. There it was, the reason I was awake at 4 AM. It had shorted out, the branch grounding the electric wire into the mud and cutting off all power to the fence. I held my patched mittens in my mouth as my clammy hands worked to rewire and connect the electricity again.
But I’d found her in the darkness: 6 AM Jenna. That store-bought serotonin was installed, like an upgrade, and now the new and improved Jenna could go inside and deal with burdocks after a criminally-large mug of coffee in two hours.
And all of this would be accomplished without any medication, of course it would. But the feelings, the fear, the way emotion overtakes logic… that would all be there too. And I would not fall back asleep. I would pace in my old house, convinced it would fall in on me like every choice I ever made. That I was stupid enough to think I was special and deserved to live full time on a farm instead of back in a cubicle where I belonged. And I would curse my choices, my delusions, my entire being.
ReplyDeleteNo, that kind of doubt doesn’t work at 3 AM anymore. I can tell it’s lying.
I went back indoors after the fence was repaired and checked, twice. I stripped naked so I could sleep warmer, and went back into my nest near the wood stove. I did fall back asleep. It didn’t take long at all. What a change.
I woke up again around 6 AM and lit a fire. I was covered in a halo of mist, the kind a 98° body creates sleeping in the cold for hours. There is nothing warmer, I am telling you. Steam rose off my damp back and chest as I hunched like Gollum in front of the iron cage I keep my pet bonfire in. I struck a match and lit the kindling. I got back to the work of planning another day on this farm. It was a Sunday so I wasn’t worried about design clients and editing, but I still had a house to heat, animals to tend, birds to train, cats to feed, the endless work and love a small homestead demands.
And there she was, 6 AM Jenna, in her full glory, standing in front of a blazing fire as the first streaks of sunlight covered the farm with new hope, hot coffee warming my hands, standing tall. I stood there and drank the whole mug. I fucking earned it.
I poured a second cup of coffee and took my morning antidepressant.
Maybe next time will be easier and the day starts new.
Thanks for posting her drivel again. What a crock of crap. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. No one cares, cunt. You aren’t “someone special” who deserves to be enabled for being a beggar.
DeleteYou also don’t “deserve” to own a home that’s always been way beyond your meager means to maintain. Being behind on making mortgage payments for months at age 41 is disgusting and pathetic.
Delete“Public scrutiny” like this site holds Jenna accountable for her actions, because she rigidly refuses to act like an adult. There also aren’t any “invitations” from friends. Locals have been loathing her for years. Her stupid essay is just one more ridiculous response to our critical comments. “Hoo!!!”
DeleteI wonder if there's a daily pill to keep Wog from lying???
DeleteAgain, the carefully-calculated begs for money and support. She takes, begs & uses others to repair her property. God, it must be exhausting to have such an always-needy do-nothing as a friend.
As a reminder:
➡️ Merlin isn't in his 30s (she knows this); he's in his 20s.
➡️ He broke out of substandard fencing because he was cold and hungry.
➡️ If your livestock escape (again) because you are unbelievably incompetent, you deserve to be awakened.
Her many 'problems' would be solved if she just got a job! Instead, she whines to acquaintances and social media, looking for handouts, whether physical or financial.
Wog, grow the hell up and deal with your finances. I promise, when you have steady money - enough to do repairs - you'll feel better.
And re-home the animals ffs. They deserve better than you.
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She reads as poorly as she writes. It surprised me that she stumbled over passages that she wrote herself. It makes no sense.
DeleteSFF. I doubt that she’s been staying sober.
DeleteJenna’s stupid subtext is always “Feel sorry for the filthy feral failure. Venmo, it means so much!!!”
DeleteGeez, what a drama Queen. I can’t believe subscribers pay for this drivel. Of course, a wood fence is not possible, only a poorly strung electrified fence that the animals are always escaping from. Giving Merlin enough hay and grain is not an option. No wonder he is hungry and tries to eat the sheep’s hay. Antidepressant is not going to help someone who refuses to take financial responsibility for bills. Growing up is the answer to fears about a house falling down (not to mention the out buildings that are crumbling). As to a wife and kids, forget it. Kids always have expenses. They need medical insurance and school supplies. They also need at least one parent who can take care of them, not some psychotic dingbat who expects miracles to pay the bills.
ReplyDeleteThe subtext is
Delete1. She can't work for others
2. She doesn't plan on changing her behavior or getting an outside job
3. She needs more money
4. Venmo - it means so much
Oh, and if she treated people poorly, ignored them or used/abused them (hello, PP) it wasn't her fault, she was sick.
PDD
PDD. I’ve said something similar above:
DeleteAnonymousJanuary 15, 2024 at 9:16 AM
Jenna’s stupid subtext is always “Feel sorry for the filthy feral failure. Venmo, it means so much!!!”
WW, exactly right ✅️
DeleteHere's some tough love for Wog and a cure for many of her fears
ReplyDelete➡️ fear of foreclosure (GET A JOB)
➡️ the pressure of running a farm alone (GET A ROOMMATE OR SELL THE HOUSE)
➡️ heating a house analog (USE THE WHOLE HOUSE FURNACE),
➡️ public scrutiny (QUIT SHARING TMI),
➡️ inflation (GET A JOB)
➡️ bad sales (GET A JOB),
the feelings became so heavy. I couldn’t carry them anymore (BUT NOT SO HEAVY THAT SHE GOT A JOB, GOT A ROOMMATE OR LOWERED EXPENSES)
And this made me over eat, and over sleep, and try to get lost in fog of “self care” and pot smoke (SADLY, GETTING DRUNK OR HIGH IS NOT THE SOLUTION TO FIXING WOG'S PROBLEMS. SORTING OUT HER FINANCES IS THE ANSWER.)
And may I mention, she's sitting on a property valued at $180K-$270K (Zillow), which I think she purchased for $110K and she says she is half way to paying off. The point is, there's equity and value in the property that could be used for refinance or sale. She is so much better off than most people - and yet, she bitches and moans daily.
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I think we’ve all had a friend like Jenna -every time you talk/get together, all they do is bitch and moan about their life. I get it and can be a supportive friend if you’re going through a rough patch, but if your whole life is a rough patch, people aren’t going to stick around for that. Friends like that are exhausting and at some point the light goes on in my head that this is their personality and it will never get better. They will never be fun to hang out with. No wonder Jenna doesn’t have many friends.
ReplyDeleteEdit to add that the older I get, the quicker I am to notice these Jenna personalities and abandon the friendship. Jenna is going to have a hell of a time making new friends now that she isn’t young -people will not put up with her self imposed drama for long.
DeleteJenna is a toxic energy drainer. She’s a taker/user not giver.
DeleteSFF. Jenna has been adamantly opposed to being a mother for decades. What a blatant liar.
Delete"I cant [sic] ever imagine getting married or having kids. Not for me. Maybe married...Never kids." The Wog (2016)
Delete"...I don't want to compare my lack of wanting kids...to others" The Wog (2018)
"I have no qualms with people having kids. Kid it up! I don't see it as something I would want to do. I don't feel selfish. I feel certain." The Wog (2017)
"I want to be able to provide for a wife, maybe a family?" The Wog (2024)
Which is it?
PDD
PDD. Thanks for your examples of Jenna stating that she doesn’t want kids.
DeleteI’ve been reading her old blog for years. Jenna has even put down people who are parents by saying degrading things about them being breeders.
DeleteBreeders huh? She has no sense of morality. Having children with a loving partner is one of the cornerstones of civilization. While it’s true that there is no shame in choosing to remain childless (for whatever reason), casting aspersions on those who find joy in family life is typical of her narrow views. There is no grey area with her. You either are EXACTLY like her or you are contemptible. What a piece of work she is. It’s no wonder she is alone.
DeleteSFF. I wrote the comment above about breeders. Yeah, it’s no surprise that she’s still single and alone.
DeleteJJ, I remember those! She was super-ratty about people with children, even "friends" who'd apparently committed the crime of finding partners and having children. She also hopped on that short-lived nasty trend of calling parents "breeders".
DeletePDD
“I am no longer comfortable struggling like I’ve been. That was okay for a kid in her twenties—even a lost soul in her thirties—but I’m a 41-year-old woman and I want a washing machine. I want to not wake up worrying about how I can pull this off another month. I want to be able to provide for a wife, maybe a family? I don’t know, but I know I’m tired and I’m not suited for any other type of work but self-employment. Ask anyone who’s hired me.”
ReplyDeleteGet a job, slob. You think that you’re too superior and “not suited” to waddle around Walmart for work. And you can barely “provide” for yourself. Let alone anyone else. Shannon paid for much more than her fair share of your living expenses. Your immense selfishness also makes you a terrible potential parent.
If you can’t afford even a washer and dryer at age 41, then something is seriously wrong with you. No antidepressants could ever correct your defective character, being a beggar, pathological liar, sociopathic scammer, and an animal abuser.
DeleteShe wants to be able to “provide for a wife”. That’s rich. What she really wants is a meal ticket. She had a taste of someone else paying the bills with Shannon. It must have burned when she packed up and left Wog to fend for herself.
DeleteJenna tries to justify not wanting to work “off farm” by making stupid excuses. The truth is that she’s outrageously self-entitled for no reason. Wog wants others to pay while she plays at being a “grown up” baby.
DeleteShe’s still “a lost soul” with “a dumb small life.”
DeleteIt’s obvious that her Oppositional Defiant Disorder combined with serious personality issues are adversely affecting Jenna’s impaired cognitive abilities. Along with substance abuse addictions to alcohol and weed.
Delete“Here’s a perk for paying subscribers, audio recordings of my posts! Don’t want to read ten minutes worth, but still want to hear the goings on? Enjoy me stumbling through what I wrote as if I was talking to you, including all the verbal mistakes, bad jokes, off-cuff remarks and tangents. If people like these, then maybe I’ll make this a weekly update, like a proper podcast.
ReplyDeleteI’m not sure! I am throwing this out there and seeing if people even want an audio option for long posts? Right now this was recorded with my iPhone 8’s voice memo app, so don’t expect professional levels of sound. And I am not sure if Substack includes their own ads in these? If so, we’ll find out together. Regardless, this is way safer if you’re driving! Some of you may prefer my yip-yapping?
To be clear, this isn’t replacing written posts. This is a read-aloud version of those posts, at least to start. Share your thoughts!”
Jenna is incapable of using question marks correctly, “darlin.’”
And scale back the exclamation points. You’re not that exciting.
DeleteSFF. Her hyperbolic overuse of exclamation points always indicates hysteria.
Delete“I’ve started recording my essays so subscribers can listen to me read them aloud. There’s a free sample and it doesn’t even require you putting in your email to listen to it, I hope some of you will give it a click. It means a lot if you do.”
ReplyDeleteAfter 18 hours only one weirdo has “liked” her pathetic plea. And there are zero replies as always. What a low rate of engagement.
“My substack is active and in need of a patron audience! If you can swing $8, it could save this farm. I’m two weeks from foreclosure eligibility if I can’t make the December mortgage by then. Over a grand to earn in that time to make it.”
ReplyDeleteNo one cares, cunt. You use the fake fear of foreclosure to elicit empathy to filch free funds. You’re a master only at manipulative marketing.
You’re also being a begging bully who’s trying to push people into making a pity purchase. Get a job, slob.
Delete
ReplyDeleteJenna Woginrich 🏳️🌈
@coldantlerfarm
2h
And if asking is crass or tacky and you don’t share any posts or whatnot I won’t ask ya again. Noted
Just out of her mind!!!
Get a job or bother a bunch of authors on X to escape foreclosure… oh definitely bother authors!!!
Jenna is delusional.
DeleteShe’s “crass, tacky” and pathological at this point.
DeleteJenna is very busy on IG today defending TS music and posting about another awards show. She doesn’t have time to make money.
ReplyDeleteHer fake fear of foreclosure is a crock of crap.
DeleteShe never has “time to make money.” Jenna depends on “poodle” enablers to support her lie-style.
DeleteHer fevered pitches for money to "save the farm" might ALMOST be believable if she hadn't done this for over ten YEARS. Almost every month. Like clockwork.
ReplyDeleteIf you donate to her because you can't be bothered with due diligence, your elevator definitely doesn't go up to the top floor.
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AnonymousJanuary 16, 2024 at 8:32 AM
Delete“My substack is active and in need of a patron audience! If you can swing $8, it could save this farm. I’m two weeks from foreclosure eligibility if I can’t make the December mortgage by then. Over a grand to earn in that time to make it.”
No one cares, cunt. You use the fake fear of foreclosure to elicit empathy to filch free funds. You’re a master only at manipulative marketing.
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AnonymousJanuary 16, 2024 at 8:33 AM
You’re also being a begging bully who’s trying to push people into making a pity purchase. Get a job, slob.
Chris McDougall was warned about Wog a few years ago. We sent him links and info. Trying to contact Stephen King is crazy.
ReplyDeleteJenna’s “joint,” and not the kind she smokes, isn’t anyone else’s responsibility to either “save” or support.
ReplyDeleteJenna’s tried clinging to several of these “authors” above, and was online friends with a few, but they’ve apparently dumped her fat ass. The same way that Shannon and other women have done.
ReplyDeleteCouldn’t listen all the way through on the podcast, from the sickly sweet tone of voice to the fake little laughs. Don’t think this will bring in any more subscribers.
ReplyDeleteHer abrasive, arrogant and grating voice is awful. Just like Jenna.
DeleteI know with a huge degree of certainty that I don’t ever, ever, ever want to hear her nasally say darlin’ or babe or hoo or holy crow, or, sound out those multiple, unnecessary and inappropriate question marks at the end of a declarative sentence. Ever.
DeleteAnonymous 11:57. “Boy, howdy!!!”
DeleteOh, if only she would go into “foreclosure eligibility”.
ReplyDeleteJenna doesn’t deserve to have a home that’s always been beyond her meager means to maintain.
DeleteWait. She admits that she “doesn’t even know if these authors are still active” but wants them to share her shit? Entitled much?
ReplyDeleteHow selfish. How tone deaf. How narcissistic.
“And if you don’t want to support my writing or audio essays - feel free to reach out for graphic design, pork (one share left!), illustrations or soap!”
ReplyDeleteHere she goes again with the pork share scam. “And” Jenna’s still a lying, lazy loser.
Funny, how the pork shares available go up and down according to her desperation.
DeleteShe’s already deleted the post. Once again, our critical comments shamed Jenna into removing it. “Hoo!!!”
ReplyDeleteWe can’t count how many stupid posts she’s deleted due to our comments here.
ReplyDeleteHD. New post please? Thanks!
ReplyDeleteStephen King! Bahahahahahahahahahaha
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Misery: Jenna is your biggest fan, ready to kidnap you and hold you hostage!
Jenna took her “plea to authors to repost” down. Glad we captured it here!!! Hoo.
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Delete2024 at 12:22 PM
She’s already deleted the post. Once again, our critical comments shamed Jenna into removing it. “Hoo!!!”
As if Stephen King would even acknowledge an arrogant asshole nobody like Jenna.
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