- She has two homes. I have a crappy basement apartment, complete with a crazy old landlord who asks for inappropriate favours, uses my internet (for free), and monitors my electricity use like Whitney's night light is the one thing standing between her and true happiness.
- She has a landscape guy. My baby daddy is my landscape guy and my lawn (weeds with a hint of grass) goes un-mowed for weeks at a time because Chase's work schedule is so jacked, he can't get to the yard care before dark.
- She has a channel about her life as a housewife (My Housewife Life), where 70% of her posts are haul videos, leading me to believe that her life as a housewife consists largely of shopping. If I had a channel about my life as a housewife, it would contain footage of me crying while I clean my apartment, a snotty-nosed toddler following me around making messes faster than I can tidy them up. On really bad days, it might include footage of me doing the above while on a conference call with people who make at least 100K more than I do and who don't care that I am working for them on my day off.
- She has a set of clothes for every workout she does (yoga, running, skating, etc.). Not only do my pajamas double as my workout clothes, I can't remember the last time I intentionally exercised.
I'm fascinated by Jen and her lifestyle. Her vlogs inspire me to be more organized, make more money, and buy lots of thingy-things. They also make my stomach churn with jealousy and regret. It's kind of a bitter-sweet addiction.
*Keep in mind, I've only seen like, 5 of her videos to date. But they're long videos, yo.
