From escalating parking tensions with neighbors to fake family members between Boomers and Gen Z, who didn’t have any nasty moments in WhatsApp groups?
Although it hasn’t been compared to Atlantic Editor-in-Chief Jeffrey Goldberg, I noticed that a group from the White House chatted about military attack plans, here we put together some of the Inspirer’s most memorable text disasters…
School mom scandal
As a mom of two, I’m in too many WhatsApp groups for my own benefit. My worst experience? My school’s mums group chat day turned to the dad we secretly fantasized about.
I got a little crazy and suggested listing the top 10 Hotties. I was pleased with my idea and was careful not to include female partners in the group, and I edited it enthusiastically.
A few minutes after pinging it to everyone, I realized in horror that my number one sexy daddy was actually the husband of one of the women in the group.
How did you not realize it? I tried desperately to delete the message, but I wasn’t fast enough. Tumbleweed. No one commented because everyone realized I had made the most embarrassing mistake.
Who did not have any annoying moments in the WhatsApp group?
Until today, none of us talk about it.
I still see her mother at school, but she won’t talk to me anymore. She clearly suspects I am chasing her husband.
By Anniki Sommerville
Antinatal Overshare
There’s nothing beat the world of “New Mummy” WhatsApp groups. In my experience, every personal sense of privacy and boundaries creates all competitive pots, from crazy conversations about the best diaper brands and sleep schedules to pictures of the stomachs of body parts.
A chat about infected symphysis. A photo of a cracked bleeding nipple? It was tough, but there was nothing in the visceral depth I put them in the mute in the end.
I was added to the group with my eldest son by a woman who was taking part in the same previous birth class during my pregnancy.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe it was a strong painkiller that was lacking in sleep, some women were in the loneliness of postpartum or with new motherhood, but as our babies were born, the message went back and forth as if they knew each other for years. Read one message: “How did anyone else deal with their first postnatal poop?” “I just did mine and I’m suffering!”
After that I muted the chat and if I wanted to talk about maternal-related things, I called my mother or an actual friend.
By Eimear O’Hagan
Slimming Snob
Ping! Cheryl posted another breakfast photo at 7am. Half of blueberry pop tart, two digestive biscuits and a tea with sweeteners. ‘250 calories person! 9 points! Have a nice day. ‘
The message was followed by a gust of winds: “It looks like it’s delish hun” and “Calorie-counting kween!” reply.
Meanwhile, I rolled my eyes for things I knew it was.
We were in the same slimming class and WhatsApp chat was meant to support us in between meetings.
But instead of feeling that it helped, all it did was turn me into a crashing, judgemental snob. I might have been overweight, but at least I understood the importance of good nutrition.
Val, alphabet spaghetti, potato waffles and jelly are not “delicious, delicious tea” unless you’re eight years old.
ping ping ping… I exchanged moronic tips like “I swapped a Diet Cola Morning Cappuccino – Caffeine Correction and No Calorie” so the message didn’t get mad all day! ”
But it was Cheryl’s Pop Tart breakfast and finally snapped me. I texted it, pointing out that half of poached eggs and avocados with the same calories are healthy and only 5 points.
Teresa responded: “Everything can’t afford avocado, baby.” “We don’t judge by this group,” Vicki said.
Sorry, Vicki, I’ll judge. a lot. I left the chat and left them and their pop terts on it.
By Claudia Connell
Garbage reseller
I’m archived, muted, I’ve been hiding for months, I won’t reply to anyone. Still, I’m staying in some weird WhatsApp chats.
The worst thing is that it’s the loudest – a group chat I call “local booties.” After a friend said it was an easy way to offload old people’s stuff, I joined.
But two years after making 10 pounds whipping my daughter’s old bike, I’m still in the group and the items people are selling are totally confused.
They say that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, but it’s hard to see how everyone wants a half-dead bonsai tree with holes or a pair of sad, droopy looking leggings, but it’s sewn in.
Plastic hangers, TV aerials, porty that looks very clean, embarrassing to chips is provided with captions that spurt along the line “beautiful, barely used.”
Sometimes there are real gems for the glove – mini Rodini jackets for my daughter and unsolved ballet shoes – and so on – and it keeps me hanging there, scrolling through endless doross.
Well, and the fact that it is unintentionally very hilarious.
Kate Wills
