Fuck You

It’s taken me some time, but I’ve finally found the words for this post—and here they are: I’m over it. I’m over you. I’m over everything. I don’t care anymore, and honestly? That feels incredible.

Social media has been working my last nerve for years. Watching everyone perform their perfectly curated lives online for the last two decades has finally worn me all the way down. We are sharing things we absolutely do not need to know about each other. I don’t care about your new car. I don’t care about your haircut. I don’t care what you had for lunch. I don’t care how hilarious you think your Grindr or Tinder screenshots are. They’re not. I don’t care about your hot takes on elections, fights, trends, or whatever outrage you’re auditioning for today.

I am exhausted by people who confidently blame “everyone else” for the world’s problems while refusing to examine their own lack of curiosity, education, or critical thinking. I’m tired of adult cliques pretending they’re high society—noses buried so deep in each other’s asses they’ll never smell reality, let alone roses. Who exactly are you trying to impress with your leased car, your overpriced house, and the same rotating cast of fake-rich friends?

I’m over the fake friendships—the ones that smile in your face for 20 years and switch personalities the second you turn your back. I’m over religion, prayer, and the endless moral superiority that somehow coexists with cruelty, hypocrisy, and zero accountability. I’m over narcissistic, sociopathic people who curate perfection while lying to, cheating, and using the very friends who support them.

Social media is despicable. It turns people into performers desperately trying to convince strangers they’re happy, interesting, successful, and kind. Everyone wants 15 minutes of fame—and most people don’t deserve 15 seconds. I’ve been deeply disappointed by far too many people, especially the ones who tell you you’re “too much” or “overreacting,” while they actively defend people who behave terribly without consequence.

The new normal seems to be lying, cheating, and stealing, while honesty and decency get you absolutely nowhere. People used politics as an excuse to create division, not because they cared—but because outrage gets attention. Likes. Validation. Little dopamine hits throughout the day while you refresh your phone to see if anyone noticed you exist. It’s dumb. It’s a waste of your life. And here’s the truth no one wants to hear: it doesn’t matter. Nobody truly cares.

Put the phones down. There are real people ready to interact with you in real time—right now. I’ve stopped using social media. I’m not checking Messenger. If you want me, call or text my actual number. Let’s hang out in real life, where moments are messy, fast, and end way too soon.

As for Anita—she’s taking a break. I’ve decided to take the rest of 2024 off, and I’ll make an announcement closer to spring about the next Anita Bump show in Galveston.

My bracelet says it best and perfectly captures my current mantra:

#FuckYou

Xoxo,

AB 💅💄💋