Her bankruptcy story is so laughable and nauseating at the same time. Read the whole story at the 1st link and then read what’s contained in her professional profile at the 2nd link: you’ll notice she mentions nothing about being on antidepressants and her sorry recent work history, yet she is seeking clients to write articles for, and she’s so stupid she apparently never thought that clients might search the net and find out what a f~~~ed up bitch she really is! Jesus, she appears to be the common female these days, a self-absorbed c~~~ unable to cope. I’ve chosen some choice passages below to illustrate what a disaster she is; mind you, according to her she graduated from Harvard Law School, proving how low their standards have really sunk. She is a debt and mental time bomb waiting to explode on  the man unfortunate enough to get involved with her …

story: http://www.dailyfinance.com/2015/02/14/i-went-bankrupt-teaching-yoga/?ncid=engmodusport00000001

her profile: http://www.accepted.com/aboutus/jessicapishko

I was a well-paid corporate lawyer and, as I watched the gentle office dust drift through the filtered New York City sunlight, I dreamed of being anywhere else. (of course you did, dear, because you’re an entitled little brat who’s waiting for the universe to recognize your specialness and reward you for it)

Over time, I needed that positive affirmation more and more. I needed a teacher, a spiritual guide, someone to tell me that I was worth loving, that my body was fine just the way it was, and that, somehow, the universe knew what it was doing. (yup, self absorbed and insecure, gotta be told how great she is)

In the midst of all this bliss, I got fired from my job. It was 2008. But, I’d gotten paid three months severance, which felt like a lot, so I decided to take the plunge and continue my yoga teacher training. (sounds like mommy and daddy paid for everything her whole life so she has no financial skills whatsoever)

I paid an additional $3,000 for more training (in installments this time) and continued to attend yoga classes. I was so blissed out, I could ignore my expiring bank account. I figured the universe would send me a sign. (OMG, this is so typical of women in general! Somehow the ‘universe’ will solve her problems – that’s called ‘magical thinking’, apparently the only kind this bitch can manage. if she was a well-paid lawyer then why didn’t she save up her money??? we all know the answer to that!)

The real money, I heard, was in private clients, who allegedly paid up to $200 per class. One experienced teacher gave me a private client, a dentist, whom I taught weekly for credits for teeth cleanings. I hoped my polished enamel would compensate for the lack of heath insurance. (okay, that is the dumbest thing in the entire article – and this woman is supposed to be a professional writer? so her clean teeth can ward off disease?? WTF!!!???)

I decided that some professional pictures of me wearing black spandex, contorting my limbs into impressive poses, were necessary for a website to attract private clients, so I shelled out $300 for a photography student to take pictures. There’s a great photo of me aligned with some mahogany walls, toes pointed in the air. I was able to balance long enough for the photo. But I never got the promised private clients. I stopped paying for the Web host. I put the photo on Facebook (FB) and received many likes. (major attention whore alert!!!)

I couldn’t always afford food for my dog and gave him half of mine. I asked my parents for more money, convinced that I would break into the business soon. Desperate for money and longing to be around luxury even if I couldn’t afford it, I took a job in retail. I told her (her current yoga teacher) that I needed a job. I wasn’t making enough money to pay my rent. I was thinking about moving back in with my parents. I cried and begged her for help, any kind of help, any kind of job. (Can’t feed her dog properly, feels entitled to luxury even though she can’t afford to pay for it and then resorts to the crying bulls~~~ to try to get a job. What’s wrong, c~~~, can’t handle the heat?)

I interviewed for a job with benefits and health insurance so that I could start back on antidepressants. I had to work in an office, but at least I could afford a beer after work. (but what is princess Jessica so depressed about??? i’ll bet it’s because she can’t leech off a man like she wants to do)

If she was a man society would not give a s~~~ and she’d look something like this guy right about now:

The universe does not owe you anything, and you deserve the good things that you EARN. No more. More specifically, what you deserve is based on performance. Any man could have explained that to you. The other thing any man could have explained to you is that even when you earn it, there is no guarantee that the ‘universe’ will actually give it to you. But you have a Harvard law degree so you have both the ability and the opportunity to earn and you ignored both.

It is no fault of ‘the universe’ that you went bankrupt. You went bankrupt because for all your education and empowerment, you couldn’t distinguish between a productive job and a recreational hobby. The universe has treated you the way women treat men: you didn’t produce so the ‘universe’ ignored you. Welcome to our world.

Having a Harvard law degree and going bankrupt is like being given a jet ski and still losing the swimming race to the other end of the pool.

went inside my head today and changed those three little words from “i love you” to “shut up bitch.” needless to say, i feel much better now.

Hey listenUp! My head has had so many words changed that it’s a f~~~ing enigma machine! Only I can understand it, and only I have the code.

Example; them: I like your car/////////Enigma decoder: I want to get laid.

Them: What time is it please?/////////Enigma decoder: I want to get laid

Come’on buy me a drink/////////Enigma decoder: Empty your wallet!

You’re not getting laid/////////Enigma decoder: put on your dog collar.

What do you mean where was I???/////////Enigma decoder: out getting f~~~ by a stranger.

I want a baby/////////Enigma decoder: I want your slavery,@%4@!3 RUN!

Goddamn lady…life isn’t fair.  Sometimes s~~~ doesn’t work out and you have to regroup or go hungry.  It really is that simple.  YOU are the one who got yourself in to this mess.  It’s on you!  Stop expecting everyone to save you from YOUR bad life choices.  What a f~~~ing idiot!  You fail Life 101….

So she is on anti-depressants AND drinks?  Oh yeah….where do I sign up to bang this f~~~in’ mess?  HAHA!

Welcome to Economics 101: chapter 1: supply and demand

Chapter 2: boom and bust

That yoga s~~~, is going to bust like the housing bubble in 2007.