Stop Worshipping Rich People

Stop giving a fuck about celebrities.

They don’t know you, they don’t care about you, and they definitely don’t need your money.

The internet just keeps shoving them in your face so you stay distracted, keep comparing yourself, and keep spending. Meanwhile you’re sitting there watching their fake, overproduced lives instead of handling your own.

It’s not admiration—it’s a habit. And it’s making you dumber.

So cut it. Stop following them, stop buying their shit, stop acting like they matter. Put that time, attention, and money back into your own life—or into people who actually need it.

That’s the real takeaway.

Music by Nathan Wills.

Transcript

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You're tuned in to BDBD. Bitch, don't be dumb. I'm your mama. No daddy's allowed. I can't believe it is Wednesday already. Let me tell you, mate. Podcasting, any kind of weekly commitments really makes the time go by. Welcome to the Bitch Don't Be Dumb Podcast. New listeners, OGs alike. This is a podcast for biological women. This is a podcast for creatures that were born with pussies, right? This is a speaking ground. This is a small internet corner for women. Real women, actual females, people that understand what it's like to be the smaller oppressed population just trying to get a break on our big old nasty planet. Welcome to Wednesday all. This is your mama. I am here to educate. And that's why I pull up on Wednesdays. Every Wednesday, hump day, middle of the week. Your mama checks in. Sometimes I get here in the morning, sometimes it doesn't get here till night, but I motherfucking pull up. Here I am, ladies. Happy Wednesday. This week we are talking about something not only close to my heart, but actually like a large part of who I am as a human creature, of how I choose to represent our gender, female. And this is affiliated with not giving a fuck about celebrities. Welcome to episode, ladies, I'm fucking losing count. We are in the 20s. Welcome to episode 20 something, where we are going to talk about why you are going to stop giving a fuck about celebrities. I should lower my voice because I'm screaming in a very quiet neighborhood, 12 miles out of New York City, out of Midtown, and it's a little bit haunted. It's a little bit spooky. Nevertheless, ladies, stop stress, stressing, sweating, sweating and stressing at the same time. Swessing? Stop giving a flying fuck about famous people. Why, Gretchen? Why, if I like this person, I'm a supporter of this person because they don't give a fuck about you. So something that has really grown out of control along with the grip of the internet culture that we live in, right? Of the world wide web running people's lives, continuing to run people's lives, growing in frightening ways to the extent where children kill themselves. Get your fucking head around that. I'm not trying to get dark, and I will turn this into something funny somehow. However, real talk, little kids kill themselves over some shit. I am so protective of my two children with the internet that it is psychotic, and I'm not gonna lie. And I know that when they grow, they're gonna be like, our mom was a crazy bitch, and she didn't let us watch anything. We just listened to stuff. I didn't know who the fuck blew it. It starts with cartoons. It starts with cartoons. I have been around children enough, whether or not I was employed to work with children, whether or not in a previous life, when I used to have family that came with nieces and nephews and small children. Do not sell children on fantasies. Introduce them to reality. I'm not saying that they need to go and read the fucking New York Times, but I also don't think that little fucking Francis has to go and try to be Elsa because it's princess life and she doesn't really understand that it's not real. And that's exactly how we feel about celebrities. It is princess life, it is not real, it is a very, very insignificant and small population of creatures who somehow fell into money most of the time via nepotism. If you didn't listen to my nepotism fucking podcast, then go check that out because those counts I can't stand. And it's relevant here. Most of the people that run into this celebrity fucking bucket that they're in, that of course not you beads, right? We are not feeding the celebrity bucket. We are not buying into the no. You are not buying Kylie Jenner's fucking makeup. You are not wearing Kim Kardashian skins. We are not doing this. Why? Two words. Self-respect. Self-respect. You do not need to constantly put hands in pockets of rich people to fill them up. They're already rich. Get your hands out of their pockets. Get them off your feed. Stop following them. Haley Bieber has 300 million followers. You don't need to be one of them. This is the part where people say, oh, this bitch is a hater. She's just mad because she hates oh no, no, no, no, no. Oh no. Don't get it twisted. You can't avoid celebrity culture. And to be honest, I do read page six. Page six, it's like going to the zoo. If I look at TMZ, or if I look at page six, when I'm 2 a.m. doom scrolling, which I shouldn't be doing because I should really be going to fucking sleep. But in those times when I do have a trip to the zoo and view all this in horror, yeah, I'm aware of it. I understand that it's happening. Because you know what? You gotta keep your eyes on your enemies. But let me tell you something. There's a difference between brushing your eyes over something and being like, is this really happening? Am I on earth? Maybe I got off the wrong spaceship. That was going to be an episode because I think it's going to be my merch, but ladies, I think that some of you probably feel this way too. I think we got off the wrong fucking spaceship. Because who says that these people that manage to make all of this money need to be shoved down our fucking throat. Why? Why? How many times do you see a headline flash by? It's like, oh look, this person from a soap opera who you never thought of for the last 20 years just croaked. I've heard a lot of theories, and I believe these theories. Not in a conspiracy theory way, more in just a science, brain chemistry way. So your brain holds a lot of information. Your brain does all kinds of like magical, amazing shit that you don't even really fucking think about. Like keeping you alive. Nevertheless, do not fill your brain with trash. I heard a really good theory about protecting yourself means preserving your brain space for things that matter. Now, in this day and interweb age, in Scroll Central, where we live at the moment, this shit is just literally piped out, mate. It is shoved down your throat, up your ass, any orifice they can get it in. If you don't know where Justin Bieber is right now, then you need to figure it out and base your life on it. Otherwise, you're out of the fucking clique. You can't sit with us. The best thing my father taught me from a very young age, pre-internet age, dinosaurs, while we were riding our pterodactyls around the flaming grounds before the internet came, my father was very clear. Do not give a fuck about anyone else. What other people are doing does not concern you. And it was a lot easier to embrace that when everybody wasn't walking around holding a fucking box shoving poison in your face. And that's how I feel about phones. Now, I am not indemnified from this. I am not above it. I am not outside of the shit. I saw shit that I watch. Of course I do. Well, actually, I don't watch any programming. We've talked about that, and I honestly fucking don't. I watched two movies on Netflix this week, which is like a fucking record. I don't even remember the last time I watched a movie. And they're B-grade movies. I don't know who any of the actors are, but it was research for me personally, because I've written a movie that I want to turn into a series and needs some work, and I was doing research. Does that make me above and better than everything? No. But is it worth pointing out? Yes. Why is that, Gretchen? Because I'm not watching big ass blockbusters with fucking Will Smith. Trash does he even do anything anymore? Stupid names of people that are irrelevant. I don't give a fuck what Leonardo DiCaprio is doing. I don't care what Johnny Depp is doing. I don't give a flying fuck about anybody else. I can't. People don't believe me when people get put in front of my face, and I have no fucking clue who they are. Not at all. And something interesting about the youth is that they'll be like, what do you mean you don't know who that is? That's Sandbag Sally. And she just played Coachella. I don't give a fuck. I don't care. I don't know who that is. I know Madonna showed up at fucking Coachella, shout out, but that's pretty much the extent of my Coachella awareness of anyone that was actually there. Just to give you like a lifetime example. I don't care about celebrities. I don't give a flying fuck. I don't care what makeup they're wearing. I don't care what they're trying to sell me. I sure as fuck don't care about their reality show. I don't give a rat's about who they're fucking, their basic fucking kids, or their stupid parents. Like I really don't care. And I think it's strange how invested people get and how much they really do care. And how much people really think, which is even more frightening, that these motherfuckers care about you. Cuz guess what? They don't. Does that mean you're a bad person? Not really. Does it mean you could be a little bit sharper and maybe more concerned about your own shit? Thousand percent. Be you be fabulous. And here's a little bit of other tidbit on my celebrity rant this week. While we don't give a fuck about celebrities, we don't give a fuck about followers. Oh she said it. Oh, here we go. Well, yo mama, if you don't give a fuck about followers, why do you have a TikTok? Why are you building this? Blah blah blah blah blah blah. You know what? I've been doing this now for fucking almost half a year with a hundred followers. If I really was in it exclusively for the sake of gassing myself up with relevance through the determination of how many people might see me on their phone, uh my life would be more fucked up than it is. And let me tell you, considering my life, it takes something really special to fuck it up more than it is. I am terrified for little girls. I grew up in the 80s with four teenage sisters that were significantly older than me, and it was fun as fuck. The downfall of it was that they all grew up to be cunts, and now I have no family, however. I certainly had a good time back then. And I had a good time dancing around, building my own identity, figuring out who I was, who I am, who I want to be, without this fucking influence of trash constantly in my pocket. Give me a flip phone. Fuck your smartphone. Seriously, fuck your smartphone will be an episode because smartphones, smart is an oxymoron. Smartphone is a fucking oxymoron, people. You are walking around with a television in your pocket and any two seconds you get, probably worshiping someone. Is it a famous celebrity? Not necessarily, but celebrities are kind of on the out, right? Because all you need now are followers. If you got enough followers, then you're a celebrity in your own right. You're making your fucking money. You got your little fucking click or your big click, depending. And it doesn't really make a difference if you are on fucking Bravo. Like, nobody really gives a fuck because they can watch your TikTok and that makes them feel relevant. Scary stuff. Hairy scary. Like, am I saying if you are making money on social media, if you are that bitch right now, listening to my podcast, number one, shout me out and you shit. Tell people listen to BD BD. Number two, congratulations. I am not anti-trying to get famous. So let's not get it twisted. If you are out there in the mix grinding, you're making your fucking clips, you're making your music, you're doing your paintings, like you are trying to establish yourself in a way where fame is going to grow your bag like you need that to actually get money. I got no shade. I'm not mad at that. I have so much writing that I need to really, really get my head around and to really, really promote. And I think some of my writing might make me famous. Maybe my movie will make me famous, maybe one of my books will make me famous. But I'll be one of those weird famous people like Sia, right? Like Sia who just covers her face all the time and hides the fuck out in Australia. That would be me. I don't really want because it seems stressful, right? Like these people, you worshiping them, isn't really helping them. I mean, I guess it's helping their bank account, but imagine the lifestyle. Like, not that they give a fuck because they just all live on their fucking horse farms in Calabasas, but at the end of the day, you don't need to support them. You don't need to give them your money. They're not giving you any money. You know what I'm saying? If you're trying to get famous, keep it pushing and keep trying to do what you're doing. Don't waste your time watching other famous people who need to go away. There should be some kind of fucking Hollywood rule that as soon as you have, I don't know, $25 million, fuck yourself. Go away. Take your money and go somewhere. Instead of setting unrealistic fucking visions and expectations for small children, because at the end of the day, those are the audiences. These people think that they're such big hot shit, mate. You literally have a bunch of 12-year-olds depressed off their face in Indiana because there's nothing else to do except for watch you and your fucking stupid car in Vegas. Like, it gets out of control. And I'm not even talking about the hate. The haters online, mate, they don't even get a sentence from me. Fuck those people. That is my sentence. Like, seriously. Those people are gross. Every once in a while they try to come into the BD BD fucking feed on TikTok talking their shit. My fucking block delete game is strong. Fuck the bullshit, fuck the negativity, fuck the trolls, fuck all that. The point here is not to go online and rag the celebrities. The point is to ignore them, is to pretend that they don't exist. When they come up in your feed, block them. Like, and again, the word celebrity I definitely use very, very loose. Because a lot of these people aren't even fucking famous. They're internet famous. And that's even worse. I mean, it's all as bad as each other. It's all as bad as each other. Once upon a time, people used to get famous for doing shit that had nothing to do with being on the internet. I know, it's crazy. I know. I know they're like, yo, mama, what are you? 87? No. I'm 47. I'm on my way. But I'm here to let you know that there was a very, very significantly long period in fucking history where you did not need to have a fucking podcast, or you didn't have to fucking know Alex Cooper. You didn't have to fucking get your fake titties and flash them all over Instagram. Like once upon a time, people would get known for shit. And guess what? It was still boring then. And I would say the same fucking thing then. Do not worship these people. You have a musician that you like? I like a lot of musicians. I could write along very many bands that I'm a fan of. I listen to a lot of music. Do I worship them? Do I throw every single dollar to my name that I have at them? Do I try to be them? No. Do I go into their comments and try to like stand up for them? No. I don't even read their comments. I don't follow them. I don't even know their fucking social profiles. And most of the time, the only reason I fucking know who they are is because they came up on a random Spotify mix. That's it. It's not deeper than that. You need to tell your friends to stop worshiping celebrities. I'd like to think that my beaties are a little bit fucking sharper than this. So maybe this isn't a message for you. Maybe you need to go and share this message with whoever needs to hear it. Because I know that you know somebody, sister, right? You know somebody that every time fucking Kylie figures out how to make another $200 million. Oh, I need to drink her peptides. Oh, I need to wear her hair. Oh, I need to shape my ass like her sister. And and put on these fake nipples because Kim told me to knock it off. Stop. These bitches are fine. They're set for fucking life. Their kids are so set that they have nothing to fucking do than run around and pierce their fingers or whatever stupid shit is coming out. Knock it off. Celebrities should take their money and go away. And they should be fucking banned from the socials. Because I'm tired of people feeling bad about themselves because they are not living some ridiculous fucking capitalists, you know, it's so funny. So then all the people that are watching the fucking celebrities are like, oh, I love to watch the Kardashians when I have to go and take my garbage out, when I have to do my recycling. Why are you recycling when the Kardashians just blew a hole in the fucking ozone with their airplanes? You need to go and listen to the rich people hate earth episode. Okay. So before we progressed and evolved to the stop worshipping celebrities episode, where we are right now, celebrities. Do not give a fuck about you. Do not give them your time. So before we got here, we sort of brushed on it with nepotism is fucked. Rich people hate Earth. So definitely go back and listen to those episodes for some background. But today, today, beads, today the message is you do not owe these people anything. Stop making them richer. They have enough money. And the more money that people keep throwing at these fucking basic ass people, they're just human beings. Let me tell you something, they're eating and shitting every day the same way the rest of us are. Stop giving them more money. We don't need to fuel them with further resources to stay in my face. And I get it. Oh yo mama, if you don't like it, stay off the socials. Oh, I stay off the socials. Trust and believe. I have to stay off the socials because I don't follow anybody. And why do I want randos shoved in my fucking face? Like, why can't we just get back to like, you know, going for a walk? Why don't you go outside? If you don't like where you move, or excuse me, if you don't like where you live, then move. That's what I'm trying to say. Because I'm starting to get the impression that a lot of people sitting around watching these people with nothing else to fucking do, maybe you should move to New York City. Maybe you should move to a suburb of New York City. You need to move somewhere, put your life together, where you have something better to do than watching fucking Hallie, Balsh, whoever, go to fucking Mexico. Now, we are supporting just rando nothingness. And slowly it's actually destroying the human species. It is crushing the soul of children and poisoning the brains of adults. And I'm here to say, bitch, don't be dumb. Knock it off. Stop polluting your time with random fucking strangers because the internet told you you should. Because the television networks told you you should. Because fucking Cosmopolitan magazine said they think that you should. These people are just that, dude. They're random people with bullshobs. Now, can we covet their bullshit jobs? Sure we can. We can all sit around together and be like, man, if only I could be like Meredith and really not have to do fucking anything except forget shit faced every day and make myself look like a fucking moron on TikTok. That's all I have to do. For millions of dollars. I mean, if you crack it in and that's all you have to do for millions of dollars, good for you. Does that mean that I think people should be fucking supporting it and watching you do that? Absolutely not. I'm happy for you because you made it and I want everyone to get their bag. Yo mama is not a hater. You could say a lot of things about your mama, but you cannot say that I'm a hater. I am a lover. I have no problem with anybody. Even all the testicle having penis Laddin people that are not invited to my podcast. I'm not mad at them. But you know, this podcast is for my bitches, from my hoes, from my sisters, my mommies, my aunties, my homies. And in doing that, no boys allowed. Fuck the bullshit. So here we are. And we are walking into Wednesday. I'm about to get into fucking main road. Of course I am. And I'm late, so it's gonna get loud, and I'm gonna wrap this up. But the takeaway that we are taking this week is stop worshiping celebrities. Stop watching them, stop consuming them, stop buying their shit, mate. You know, of all the artisans, of all of the people in the world that are like genuinely trying to get a business together, they're trying to sell their custom beauty products that they're making, they're trying to sell the clothes that they're putting together. They're trying to do this, do that. Support those people, go and support them. If you can't stay off your phone and you have to throw your money at somebody, instead of like putting research into who the fuck is that Coachella because we really don't care, or whatever fucking the unwell network is doing this week, who fucking cares? Who cares? You know what they're doing? Being rich. They're spending money, they're being rich, and they're killing the environment. That's essentially what's going on with it. You, on the other hand, are better than that. You're above it, and you're not gonna sit around and sweat those people. You're gonna go and find somebody new to throw your money at, right? You are gonna go and support somebody who's really trying to get their own bag, to break in in their own way, to start their own life instead of fucking throwing money at people that don't need it. They don't need it. They have a platform, they have a bag, they should really be going away, but they can't because they're now addicted to the fools that make them feel like fucking royalty. When at the end of the day, they are just piles of fucking plasma like you and like I. They're no different, mate. No different. Different resources, different bank accounts, whatever, whatever. Stop allowing yourself to think these people are above you. Having money makes life easier. No doubt about that. It does not make anybody more important than you, more relevant than you, more luckier than you, bitch. Talking to you. Stop worshiping people's bank accounts. Stop dishing your time. I'm gonna tell you something, mate. Life is very long. Oh, I gotta let the garbage truck go. Fucking hell. I almost made it without any airplanes landing on me or garbage trucks this week, but hopefully it sounds better because I'm mic'd up. Anyways, back to my rant from the streets. My weekly rant from the streets of northern New Jersey. You are going to go right now and remind yourself in the mirror. Oh, yeah, in the mirror, bitch. Go look in the mirror, tell yourself you're a boss ass fucking bitch. You do what you want, and your karma and your life are unique and perfect to you. Even when it's fucked, even when all you want to do is go bury your face and fucking Halli Beaver's ass crack so you can actually pretend that that's your life, not someone else's. Uh, don't do that. You need to stop doing that, deal with your life, and enjoy it. Because life does not go on forever. The most valuable resource that you have that is worth more than Kylie Jenner's fucking billions of dollars, her $20 million titties, or anything in that fucking family, what has more of a financial value, your fucking life. Your fucking time. Do not give these people your time. If you're doing it, knock it off. If you know someone doing it, tell them to knock it off. Tell your friends to listen to the Bitch Don't Be Dumb podcast, please. I see y'all in there. I've been a little lazy on my promos, but honeys, one day we're gonna have your mama's life episode, and you will all shit yourselves. But in the meantime, I will keep it pushing. I will keep trying because there is nobody that's as fucking motivated or determined as I am. I promise you that. And all of you, I want to have a wonderful, beautiful, love-filled, sexy week. And I will be back here again next week, next Wednesday, ladies. I love you.