You may be familiar with Refinery29‘s regular feature, Money Diaries, in which the website gets millennials to track their spending for a whole week and hand in an ultra-transparent diary for the world to judge.
And this week, judge they have.
The diary in question is courtesy an anonymous 22-year-old woman who is reportedly an e-commerce entrepreneur – whatever the hell that is – living in New York City. She allegedly makes $34,000 (US$25,000) a month.
A MONTH.
She also has some highly weird spending habits – like refusing to take a $6 Uber home from a park, but happily dropping $700 on a handbag. And she reckons she saves $20k a month.
Real person? Total scam artist? Sophisticated algorithm created by feeding all previous Money Diaries into an advanced AI? You be the judge.
Actually, Twitter will be the judge, because of course it will.
They make about $300,000 a year and they live with two roomates.
*We updated the headline and income information to more accurately reflect the OP’s take-home pay. https://t.co/wc4FPIJF2V
— Refinery29 (@Refinery29) November 27, 2018
lol same “I transfer money from my checking account to savings daily, so I never feel too flush and accidentally buy a Chanel bag.”
— Tana Ganeva (@TanaGaneva) November 27, 2018
https://twitter.com/kaitlyn_blount/status/1067937566551363584
https://twitter.com/GiselaPerezTV/status/1067490984773238785
https://twitter.com/MrsECates/status/1067636878533308421
I am in no position to judge other people’s financial decision but this woman saves $20,000 a month and is still paying for Netflix in standard def https://t.co/cLxl8qBZ0f
— Amelia Acosta (@atoasta) November 27, 2018
Sooooo….ol girl runs a business, make hundreds of thousands of dollars—and doesn’t own a printer?!?🤔🧐
— It could all be so simple… (@laweatherall) November 28, 2018
https://twitter.com/fruitsuit/status/1067505563305680898
https://twitter.com/bfishbfish/status/1067497120306028544
So we’ve got a 22-year-old, candy-scoffing, Uber-snubbing, no-printer-having healthy living influencer who can only cook pasta smothered in half a kilo of cheese, whose job is ‘handbag designer’ and who lives with roommates even though she earns approximately my entire year’s salary per month.
I’ve been saying it all along: either all of this is fake – like everything, everyone, you, me, all the people we know – or we’re in the absolute darkest timeline possible. There it is. That’s the judgement.
