I spend half my life scrolling through TikTok. For someone who thought everyone was talking about that Kesha song when it first came out I am obsessed. It’s fun, it makes me smile and it is full of PUPPIES!!!!
With happiness comes sadness, and the TikTok sadness is coming in the form of a certain generation on the Tok telling us we are too old to be watching a clip of a Harry Styles gig or watching someone decorate a cake whilst telling me a funny story. Not allowed huns.
I’m sorry what? I was born in 1987 not 1887. How very dare you.
I can get down with the kids and be influenced by a hair clip or a new lunch box on the world wide web. Who are you to say I can’t?! Why you starting beef with me?
I don’t think you will ever see me dancing on TikTok, although if I did that shit would defo go viral, but I am partial to a little voice over video action. If you didn’t already know, I am pretty hilarious, (it’s been said by others not just Carol so it must be facts), and I like to dip a toe on the Tok. I laugh, my fans laugh even my dipped toe is into a little chuckle.
It’s just a fun place to be silly and watch cute videos of a puppy going for its first walk. I just can’t get enough. I’ll watch a quick video and before I know it I’m balls deep an hour in getting the details on why Gwyneth Paltrow was in court, probably something to do with her vagina candle (spoiler alert, I still don’t know.)
Leave us old bids alone and stop trying to take away things that make me happy you sick sons of bitches. And, whilst we are here do not bring back low rise jeans, skirts over trousers or those stupid circle belt things. Yeah we rocked it first time round but we looked like a twat and you will too.
PS leave my side parting alone. A middle parting makes me look like I’ve been hit with a shovel, now grow up.
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