So I unintentionally started some “beef” (seriously haven’t used that lingo since middle school and I have no idea why I’m using it now…but so what? You want beef too?!) between a friend of mines and an acquaintance of hers a couple of days ago. And there was cake involved. I started beef about cake. Soooo…beefcake!
YES you do. Anyways- said beefcake began with a meme I posted on Instagram- which I
stole borrowed from another baker who posted it- because it was so relevant and abso-fucken-lutely necessary to share.
And because seriously, fuck people who can’t value or appreciate the bottomless work and dedication that I put into my cakes. I’ve come to terms with the fact that there is no such thing as an “easy” or “quick” cake when it comes down to my work. Even the smallest fondant decorated cake will take me forever because 1- I work a full time job so it’s not like I’m home all day just baking and decorating cake and because 2- every tiny detail matters to me. Maybe those reasons are one in the same, but my point is- NO more little Miss Sweet Baker giving away her work and being a sucker.
I’m done sugar coating this hustle. I started this because I needed an extra source of income for my family so all passion for the art set aside, if that’s not happening then it’s pointless. At the end of the day, this isn’t a fucking charity foundation. No one feels sorry for me when I lose a full 48 hours of sleep and can’t spend quality time with my kids- because I chose this hustle. No one put a gun to head and said “bake, or die bitch”. So why should I feel sorry for people who can’t afford my work? Why have I so OFTEN come out of my own pocket to pay for materials because I undercharged a design and never said anything to anyone about it?! And I’m not referring to friends and family I’m referring to perfect fucking strangers! Why!?
And so clearly I’m pretty emotional about this whole thing. I am. And to make the emotional shit-show worse here’s the caption that went with my post:
Even still, it’s not that fucking serious. I mean but did you die though?! Did I personally offend anyone other than my bitch of a subconscious Susan? Nope. It was a general statement that I feel strongly about, that’s all. It wasn’t an attack towards any specific person.
Or so I thought! Here’s the actual text I got from my friend about what happened with her friend, the day after I posted that meme and referenced “Susan” in my caption. You’re not even ready for this.
THE CHICK’S NAME IS SUSAN!!? And she was JUST recommending my friend to PUBLIX for cake the day before!!? AND she follows my cake account on Instagram!
How do things like this happen?! I swear, it was pure fucking coincidence, Susan!
I DIDN’T MEME TO UPSET YOU GIRL!
The moral of this story is….
Actually. There’s no true moral here. Social media is a bitter shit show and insecure people will forever assume random shit is directly meant for them no matter how random it may be.
Has this ever happened to you? Have you posted something without directly targeting anyone and yet someone felt some type of way about it? I mean in my case, I’m a psychopath schizo who named the little voice in her head “Susan” but that wouldn’t hold up as a proper defense system would it?
I belong in a pink strait jacket far away from the general population.