Jen Hatmaker

[Anonymous]

Anyone else feel like the “liberal feminists rage” market is shrinking? This book would have been relevant years ago, but just sounds boring and redundant now.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Anyone else feel like the “liberal feminists rage” market is shrinking? This book would have been relevant years ago, but just sounds boring and redundant now.

Oh yes. This is a book for 2016 thru 2020. Not 2025.
It’s going to disappoint sales wise.

[Anonymous]

It sounds like the generic version of Glennon Doyle’s Untamed.

[Anonymous]

Just another way too late divorcee victim rise from the ashes girl boss manifesto of all the things.

[Anonymous]

Good grief, how did I get through a divorce after 21 years of marriage, and menopause, without this book!!!

[Anonymous]

My husband left me after 14 years. He had an online corn add!ction, and put us into tens of thousands of dollars in debt. He didn't pay our mortgage for a year, didn't pay my medical bills, took out credit cards in my name. My house was sold at a sheriff's auction, and my credit score was 485. (Yes, I should have known, but he was a VP at a bank and had a degree in finance. We had mutually agreed that he would handle the finances - division of labor.)

I got a good therapist and an even better lawyer; I cried with some friends, and I journaled a lot. The only way that anyone on SM would have known was that I changed my name on FB the day that the divorce was final.

How I ever managed to navigate all of that without this manifesto is a mystery.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My husband left me after 14 years. He had an online corn add!ction, and put us into tens of thousands of dollars in debt. He didn't pay our mortgage for a year, didn't pay my medical bills, took out credit cards in my name. My house was sold at a sheriff's auction, and my credit score was 485. (Yes, I should have known, but he was a VP at a bank and had a degree in finance. We had mutually agreed that he would handle the finances - division of labor.)

I got a good therapist and an even better lawyer; I cried with some friends, and I journaled a lot. The only way that anyone on SM would have known was that I changed my name on FB the day that the divorce was final.

How I ever managed to navigate all of that without this manifesto is a mystery.

Why didn’t you write a memoir? Become an influencer/life coach/social media star/speak at churches? Did you not want to document your journey with your army of fans? You could have recognized your bestest friends and lauded them individually for being your rock - this would have inspired other women to compete to win your admiration!

You should have organized fundraisers and/or started a charity to help women in similar situations! How else would anyone have known what was going on with you and how you’ve overcome it all?

You missed an opportunity to monetize your struggles and make it your life’s mission. Very disappointed in you. If it did t play out in social media, did it really happen? How dare you face this alone, privately.

[Anonymous]

"You could have recognized your bestest friends and lauded them individually for being your rock - this would have inspired other women to compete to win your admiration!"

This made me giggle. But my friends did not build me a porch bed, and their husbands did not buy us matching Vespas. Nor did they sit outside in my driveway while I had a difficult conversation with my ex. So are they really even friends? /s

[Anonymous]

You can go back and like old pics on instagram.

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Anonymous wrote:That is interesting she admits they 'fell in love in this exact spot almost 5 years ago'... Jen and Brandon were still married then

I always thought she was his “affair.” He had been liking Tina’s posts for awhile before the split, although he claims he met her afterwards. I’ve brought this up before but always get shot down.

[Anonymous]

And her friends talked her off the ledge instead of her boyfriend?

[Anonymous]

I am past the point where I subject myself to viewing Jen Hatmaker videos but based on what was posted here, I peeked. Couldn't finish.

How are people buying this fake AF peformative nonense? Rhetorical question, I know, I know.

She is really teasing the tea in hope she'll sell some books, isn't she.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:"You could have recognized your bestest friends and lauded them individually for being your rock - this would have inspired other women to compete to win your admiration!"

This made me giggle. But my friends did not build me a porch bed, and their husbands did not buy us matching Vespas. Nor did they sit outside in my driveway while I had a difficult conversation with my ex. So are they really even friends? /s

Or- get a gay black boyfriend who is in an existential crisis and the only one to ever have these great epiphanies or the horrors of racial strife and inequality.

[Anonymous]

For ducks sake… how did I ever breathe one breath without her spoon feeding exactly what she knows I need. Because, you know, women are incapable of thinking for themselves, until she, the incredible Jen King Hatmaker, uncovers all there is to know about adulting and mothering? The cringe is off the effing charts with this washed up weirdo.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I am past the point where I subject myself to viewing Jen Hatmaker videos but based on what was posted here, I peeked. Couldn't finish.

How are people buying this fake AF peformative nonense? Rhetorical question, I know, I know.

She is really teasing the tea in hope she'll sell some books, isn't she.

I find her a fascinating study. I can't get people to engage with my blog as much as I'd like, and somehow she says absolutely nothing of value and still gets tons of attention. There's got to be something I can learn from her.

[Anonymous]

Hilarious that a regular schmoe texts her his crying face after reading his advanced copy, and yet Tyler gives a bloodless huzzah in the comments of the reveal post.

Also, beloveds, how much of this tale are we going to actually BELIEVE?? Sis has a terrible track record with the truth.