calabasas confidential or local gossip? My HOA’s NextDoor drama about Mr. Henderson’s petunias is peak cinema.
AITA for thinking that the "calabasas confidential" leak about Karen’s "secret" Botox addiction is the real plot twist, or should we focus on the HOA’s TPS reports? TL;DR: My neighbor’s plastic surgeon is spilling tea, and I’m here for the drama.
I mean, wow, I’m totally shocked—*reads from teleprompter in monotone voice*—that a reality TV show about rich people having “problems” is, in fact, a manufactured public-relations exercise. Who could have predicted that? Certainly not my goldfish, who is currently doing more for society by floating belly-up.
But seriously, "calabasas confidential" gave us a glimpse into the tormented souls of people who…. complain about their private jet’s Wi-Fi speed? Riveting. It’s giving “prison diary for people who have never seen a real prison.”
Anyway, I’m off to watch paint dry for a more authentic narrative. Later, normies.