*They say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones... but they do anyway. Truth be told, nobody's perfect, and everyone is guilty of hypocrisy from time to time. *
But that doesn't account for these people, who did something so hypocritical that people around them were stunned!
[Source listed at the end of the article.]
She Cropped Me Out
“I babysat and nannied for one of those ‘Instagram moms.’ You know, the kind of women who post pictures of their baby on Instagram or Facebook all time. She would always post about how tough it was, but meanwhile her hair and make up are perfect. Well she didn’t actually do anything for the baby–that was all me.
On one occasion, I’m changing the kid while she’s taking selfies. Well I follow her on Instagram, and I later see that in one of her selfies she’s holding a couple of diapers, complaining about how hard it is to be a mom and how she gets no help. Meanwhile I’m literally just out of the frame changing a diaper.”
No Sleep For You
“Last year my boss granted me a day off when I asked for one during a week where I was having some pretty bad insomnia. Then she rescinded my day off 5 minutes later.
Her reason? She had given two other co-workers (whose jobs have zero overlap with mine) the day off, and we couldn’t have so many people off because it would ‘look bad.’ Then she came in on my requested day off, remarked how tired I looked, told me how she can’t possibly work when she hadn’t slept well, then took off halfway through the day. Apparently having three people off doesn’t actually look that bad if one of those people is the boss.”
Don’t Believe Everything You Hear On The News
“My father, after spending more than ten years lying around the house in his underwear, spending tons of my mother’s money on stupid stuff, and not contributing to the household in any way, told me and my brother that we were lazy, incompetent, and useless and needed to start doing more for the benefit of the family.
I was a full-time student and used my free time to bus my grandma around and help her around her house after she hurt herself, and did the majority of the chores at home. My brother worked full-time and contributed to the chores as well. My father was upset that neither of us wanted to use any of our free time to help him in the garden that he had decided out of nowhere he wanted to plant. He had been watching a news report telling him about how millennials are lazy and useless, so he was rather incensed that he had raised a pair of useless millennials.”
“Not A Team Player”
“I used to work in an environment with stringent safety standards. Every single day, there was a safety meeting with the entire crew; every week, a safety meeting with the whole company. Every month, there was a safety barbecue, where people could eat hot dogs and talk about how safe they were.
The white-hats in charge often walked around up top, watching the workers and making sure they didn’t do anything unsafe. People got fired for going up ladders over 4 feet tall. I almost got fired for using a knife. It was serious stuff.
I worked there for a while and soaked it up, became one of the veterans, but always maintained that safety mindset. If you don’t have the gear, you go get it. If you can’t find it, you don’t do it.
We did a massive concrete pour and I was in charge of water cure and cell cleanup. For those who don’t know, hardening cement does so through a chemical reaction, and these reactions can burn you if you aren’t properly sealed or lotioned.
Anyhow, I’m cleaning and we’re nearing the end of the shift. Without my knowledge, the night safety supervisor set up a pressure washer and began blasting the cell with it because we were behind on schedule or something. He’s with two other guys and I come over and point out that they don’t have masks, proper jackets, or even safety glasses.
They just kind of… look at me, then keep working, then ask me to do it for them. I don’t have any of that gear on either and just gave them a flat no, since they’d be able to blame me or something. He starts going into a power trip, yelling that I’m not a ‘team player,’ etc., and I just walked to a different cell and kept cleaning.
There were a few things like that, but that one just stuck with me.”
Where’s My Photo Credit?
“I work as a photographer and videographer. My mother recently turned 60. Her best friend messaged me and sent me a photo of my parents (That I had taken) and asked me to make it look ‘nicer.’ She wanted to frame it or something for my mom. So I did the usual, black and white, sharpened it up, etc.
On the morning of my mother’s birthday, my mom comes in holding a frame with the picture in it. ‘Look what ‘X’ got me for my birthday! She even made the photo look so great! She told me it took forever to do! It’s so nice.’
I am about to explode. Not only has this woman pawned my work off as her own, she also stuck it in some crappy 5 euro frame and put zero effort into her best friend’s present. BUT, I say nothing, I tell my mom ‘happy birthday’ and let it go. Believe me, it took a lot of self-control.”
Flip-Flopper Parents
“It’s always the completely casual stuff that sticks out to me.
My mother went on an extended rant about how people who do the wrong thing need to be punished, even the small stuff – cutting school, shoplifting, your standard ‘Broken Windows’ stuff. And then not a minute later, said she couldn’t understand why people were trying to punish young people, when they didn’t know any better and should get off with a warning.
When I mentioned that she had just said we should punish the guilty parties, even for small stuff, she just went silent.
I can never tell if that means she can’t defend her position or just doesn’t want conflict. The other major problem I have with her position is, my dad by all accounts spent his childhood pretty much doing exactly those minor things – stealing from local bakeries, cutting school – and it has to go without comment when he takes exactly the same stances. Does he think he himself should have been locked up? I want to ask the question, but I don’t think I can do so and get a real answer.
We also have a family friend who at some point in any gathering will make everything about how the rich are ‘always trying to find some way out of giving their fair share,’ and how we’ve got to do everything in our power to resist this. Then on the other hand, she acknowledges that she’s been fraudulently claiming to be her sister to duck out of paying for health insurance and has been openly trying to marry into money for years. So she hates the rich, but also builds her whole life around trying to get rich.
There’s a reason I think trying to make your politics a major part of who you are is a fool’s game. Oftentimes, we are that which we make a big show out of hating. But I don’t know what the alternative really is. I pretty openly have issues with self-loathing, but then, my ‘probably too proud’ issue, while not political, is holding myself to the standard I hold others to – and battering myself appropriately when I fall short.”
Two Generations Of Hypocrisy
“My dad always tells me this story. My mom’s parents always bragged about how they were gonna be rich on some new scheme they were trying. Maybe it was a pyramid, or real estate, or small business; whatever it was, it turned into this joke that they were always ‘gonna be rich next Tuesday.’
One afternoon, my mom was on the phone with them and they were pulling this crap again, mom smiling and nodding while totally not caring. My dad is busting out the mail of the day when he finds two separate letters from his own mother, one addressed to him, one to my mom. He opens them up, and finds a $1000 check to him from his mom, and my mom opens hers to find the same.
My dad’s mom gave us $2000 without a word to help us out on our bills, while my other grandparents had been bragging about their financial non-futures for decades. My dad said it was the perfect example of how actually stepping up was much better than just saying you will.
And yet my dad doesn’t behave that way. He does stuff like promise to pay me back on a $1000 dollar loan with interest and then weasels out of it, or offers to cover my $120 license plates for my car and then doesn’t, or promises to pay me the cash for my stuff we sold at the garage sale a week ago, has the cash and still hasn’t paid me. There’s tons and tons of stuff.
I reminded him of that story, and when I did was when he finally ponied up and co-signed so I could finally afford a car for the first time in my life. He clearly didn’t learn from it beyond that. My mom is turning into a ‘next Tuesday’ person now too… she fell into that stuff with my ‘Rich dad, poor dad’ father. I’m not looking forward to where things are headed.”
That Village Didn’t Deserve Them
“I was in a kind of cadet boot camp for youngsters. Every Tuesday we had permission to go out for 2 hours. However, we were restricted to stay within a certain area of our village. The village was really small, a population of 1000. We were straight up HATED by basically everyone. The residents even ran several campaigns to have our project removed. There wasn’t really a reason for this other than that they didn’t want anything about their town to change.
One day, we’re a group of five, and we go to the local youth club which is run by the church. The pastor is a super nice guy who always approaches us with respect and good advice, which is a rarity to us. We go in and leave like 10 minutes later. There were too many girls inside, and we weren’t allowed to make contact with females.
Already across the street, this twenty-something hippy fellow follows us, ranting about the money we just stole. According to him, there was a plate with donations and we took 20 euros from it. He yells at us how we’re going to be punished for what we’ve done. He gets a little too close and I defended myself pretty nicely. He didn’t bother us after that. Needless to say, none of us stole anything and just about a week later we were ordered to stay away from the church.”
Rich Today, Poor Tomorrow
“I live in a very wealthy part of town and I have a neighbor who moved in that absolutely hates poor people. When she moved in I invited her family over to get to know her (husband and one child) and the first thing she brings up is how she hates that the street 2 blocks over is mainly working-class (even though they work at the local factory are in fact very wealthy).
The local poverty reduction network decided to buy the building that is directly across both of our houses and convert it into low-income housing. She went nuts when that happened, filed countless complaints to every organization in the city, and became very bitter about it. A few weeks later, the financial crisis struck and she and her husband both lost their jobs and had to go on low-income housing to get by. They had to cancel their mortgage and got accepted into a housing program. And where is this housing program? It’s across the street. She still hates poor people even though she is now on welfare and living below the poverty line.”
A Sudden Burst Of Energy
“A few Mardi Gras ago, I was sitting on the UHAUL we had rented, relaxing and waiting for the parade to start. My friend came up and asked me if I wanted to go to the grocery store down the road and I said, ‘eh, maybe later.’
Not even two minutes later, two cute friends of his, both of whom I had a crush on, walk up and ask if anyone wants to go to the grocery store. I hopped up so fast. My friend was amused at how much my enthusiasm seemed to spike all of the sudden.”
Less Talk, More Parenting
“Some of the young moms I work with at my weekend job at a restaurant are constantly having scream fights with other people and posting judgmental Facebook statuses about ‘being a good mom.’ These are immediately followed by party pics.
I understand these women are young and still want to do young people activities. Yes, they are working 6 out of 7 days starting at 3 pm and ending at 11 pm, mostly to support themselves and a child and also go to school, etc. But then they are going out after work and sleeping in and dropping their babies off at their parents’ houses. I think kids are great and people should have them if they want them, but seeing that type of behavior in the 6 years I have worked at this restaurant on and off, it just doesn’t sit right with me.
To the young moms that take care of their own, more power to them. But it is just so annoying when I see girls complain how they are ‘good moms,’ yet they leave to go out right when they put their kids to sleep. Uh, who is watching them? Your parents? That sounds like good parenting to me… not.
I think even worse is that some of them use their kid as leverage in a bad relationship. They might keep the child away from their dad because didn’t get what they wanted in the divorce, or try to ‘hurt’ the other parent… it’s so disgusting. I see so many young parents saying how they are still young and they still wanna go out and party. News flash: Having a kid at a young age is hard and it forces you to go grow up pretty quick. You’re a parent now, not a free-spirited ‘kid’ anymore.
Clearly there are exceptions, but I think you get what I am trying to say.”
It’s Wrong To Steal, Unless I Do It
“My boss told me that the reason she took off one guy from running a program was because she had a feeling he was stealing. To be honest, I knew he was stealing, but knowing that our previous manager was aware of this and didn’t do anything made me not care. So she puts me on the program. Basically, we had 2 volunteer coaches run a program for us and the participants paid like $3 per session. My manager chose me because I was honest and wouldn’t steal.
Then she started asking me not to report the money so she could use it for X, Y, or Z reason. Yeah… I didn’t do what she said. I actually reported her, but seeing how crappy the audit system is to catch stuff like that, she still has her job. Screw that.”
Not Much Of A Best Friend
“I recently got into a fight with with my best friend. Basically, she had been blowing me off a lot lately, and I finally had a day off to hang out and I asked her if she wanted to go out that night. She said she had plans with her boyfriend’s family for dinner so she couldn’t.
2 hours later, a mutual friend posts a picture on Instagram of them hanging out. With the stress of family issues, school and now feeling blown off by one of my very few close friends, I came to my boyfriend sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Well, my boyfriend decided to angrily text my friend, without me knowing, about how she was treating me like crap and kept blowing me off. So she calls me about it and tells me to ‘fight my own battles.’ Somehow, we work things out, and for a few days things are fine.
Not even a week later, she goes off on me for something she thought my boyfriend did that bothered her (he actually didn’t do the thing) and tells me I need to talk to him for her, because she’s ‘too busy.'”
These comments have been edited for clarity.