Julie Chan Is Dead Quotes

Recognizing problems is pointless when you have little motivation to fix them. And finding motivation is impossible when the mere idea of existing feels like a punishment.

Being a young woman is already like existing in the seventh circle of hell.

I’ll never be applauded for mediocrity because I’m not a stereotypically beautiful white girl.

Social media is inherently unequal. I mean, even if we disregard race entirely, there are so many barriers to accessibility. Who can afford a phone? Who has access to stable internet? Who has time to scroll and learn about trends instead of clocking in to a double shift to feed their families? Even what country you’re born in affects it. There’s nothing equal about social media. Sure, once in a blue moon it uplifts creators from underserved backgrounds, but that’s like finding a unicorn amid a stable of horses.

Technology is crucial to my existence. I’m not even sure if I have an identity outside of the internet. She’s stripping away my livelihood!

But social media is all about manufactured authenticity; a performative and controlled identity to appeal to the public.

By the end of the class, I’m clipping in and out of death. I have become sweat. My pores, Niagara Falls. There’s a puddle on the hardwood floor below me. I see the strobing afterlife; it smells like sweat and sounds like pop music. It is hell.

yearning for the temporary euphoria of impulse shopping. The confirmation pings in my email right as my bank notifies me of low funds.

yearning for the temporary euphoria of impulse shopping. The confirmation pings in my email right as my bank notifies me of low funds. Regret spills into my chest.

What in the actual ya-ya-sisterhood living fuck is this?

It’s easy to forget that genuine good can come from our interconnectedness. It’s there for people who need it. If you’re lucky, it can open up the world.

I mean, even if we disregard race entirely, there are so many barriers to accessibility. Who can afford a phone? Who has access to stable internet? Who has time to scroll and learn about trends instead of clocking into a double shift to feed their families? Even what country you’re born in affects

life has been a farce. A fucking charade. No wonder they never felt like family. I was only ever a bargaining chip. A Chinese child to attract Chinese investors. I feel like such a fool. I want to fucking jump off a building. Push them off, too.

have trouble grasping the magnitude of Bella Marie’s wealth. And to think there are families out there even wealthier than hers.

The next morning, I clean up the broken vase, head to the bank, and send my aunt her monthly installment.

double or triple millions are doing. At least I’m not running crypto-scams or filming dead bodies in suicide forests or dancing for TikTok in front of Auschwitz. I haven’t killed anyone or started any fires or groomed any of my fans. If anything, I save people with my content.

Social media is the biggest thief of time but it’s also an impossibly addictive form of escape.

Obviously, we all worked hard to get to where we are. But acknowledging our privilege is still important. We all put in our hours. We are all on the grind. We've all sacrificed. But some people sacrifice less and get more. And other people work themselves to the bone and get scraps. That's the nature of life and social media is not an exception.

It doesn’t put me down. You can only be jealous of someone above you. Her words dose me with a shot of confidence.

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Julie seriously fucked you up.