Jameela Jamil is pissed! About something health-related! And she’s poppin’ off on Twitter! I know, I know. I, too, am shocked. Apparently, a bunch of people have been tweeting jokes about how Jameela will either get, or pretend to get, COVID-19. These tweets were brought to you by Jameela’s recent feud with Tracie Egan Morrisey, who accused Jameela of faking her many illnesses/injuries. But Jameela did not enjoy the coronavirus jokes. So she did what any reasonable person would do, compiled a bunch of the tweets into two convenient collages, and shared them with her followers.
Here’s the tweet:
If you’re gonna make a joke about how I am going to be the first actress with coronavirus, ya late and ya basic. Joking about my mental and physical health doesn’t hurt me as much as other more vulnerable people with chronic illness/invisible disability/actual munchausens. pic.twitter.com/7gknvYPyUN
— Jameela Jamil 🌈 (@jameelajamil) March 10, 2020
OK, sure. But I just want to point out to Jameela that most of those tweets are about as successful as any of the ones on my Twitter. AKA they’ve peaked at 0-1 likes. Maybe not really worth engaging? But what do I know? I’m just a loser who can’t crack 500 followers, even after following all those Russian porn-bots.
But it wasn’t just nobodies like me who burned Jameela. Last week she got pissed when comedian/former The View co-host Michelle Collins made this joke:
May you never suffer from chronic illness. May you never wake up in pain and swollen every fucking day of your life. May you never struggle with an invisible disability. May you never be laughed at over it by people who have never met you. @michcoll 👎🏽 To the bad place you go. 👎🏽 pic.twitter.com/PxWbnDhgv2
— Jameela Jamil 🌈 (@jameelajamil) March 5, 2020
Michelle replied to that very intense tweet (that basically damned her to hell) with:
I HAVE FINALLY MADE IT. Learn to LOL about yourself girl, it's freeing ❤️ https://t.co/QnfG6UZlLN
— Michelle Collins (@michcoll) March 5, 2020
Yeeeah, sorry Michelle, I don’t think Jameela’s the kind of person who is capable of laughing about herself. I’m pretty sure she’s the type who excuses herself from her twenty-foot-long dinner table, climbs the spiral staircase up to the North tower (where she sleeps), takes a seat in front of a golden mirror, and does a Laura Palmer in the Twin Peaks Red Room scream. You know, therapy!