she brags about living in Cape Cod (an expensive coastal area next to the rich Martha's Vineyard). she isn't middle class. she has money from her family. normal working class people don't have the luxury of pretending that their hobbies are a job: "yoga teacher, artist, consultant, blogger, former podcaster".

she charges $95/hr to tell you how to make an etsy shop.

she could not handle actually working for a living:

I took a social work-type position with a DC Government Contractor that worked with a DC Court Program. My job was to help fathers who had been incarcerated get jobs

She worked with black felons: a libtard white woman's dream. She couldn't handle it. Oh, the horror:

I was spending my days in front of a computer, in an office with no windows, counting down the minutes until I could leave and go practice yoga. My eyesight was fading from staring at a screen all day (literally, my eye doctor told me that the computer was the cause of my sudden need for glasses!), my back was sore all the time, and no matter what position I sat in at my desk, my hips would ache. I was constantly stressed, bored, or uninspired, and I found myself yearning more than ever to find a way to make a change in my life.