Another post about how great she is that gives away more of her medical background: while at Oxford she was seeking every test and treatment under the sun for a disease that no one could figure out. Twice she was told she would die (x) but then one hospital admission they tested her for TB and found out she had an active TB infection that she'd been living with for 13 years. This led to 18 months of "life saving chemotherapy". I'm gonna need to see what she's calling chemotherapy here, treatment for TB is antibiotics and unless she was unfortunate enough to have extensively resistant TB there's very little chance she got anything other than that, and that's if we even believe she was treated for it at all. Oxford said she needed to leave if she was that sick so she stopped being sick long enough to graduate. This time I will click that link thank u tilly.
I am being rewarded for my patience. Hundreds of boring Oxford posts have led me here. In her second year of Oxford she got pneumonia (again!) that took her out of commission for six weeks of an eight-week term. The school told her she had to take a year off to get better but after over 15 hospitals and 30 consultants she knew she wouldn't. After the TB diagnosis she went into anaphylactic shock from the antibiotics and therefore they started her on a chemo drug for multi-resistant TB. Again I'm gonna need to know what the drug is before I believe it was chemotherapy in the popular understanding of that word. She concludes by saying this little vanity project was supposed to just be a stop-gap in her resume but now it's her life.


In this boring post she tags her personal account @thattillyrose. Unfortunately if there was content before November 2020 - and there almost definitely was - it's all wiped out.

But we do get a
news video. She starts off by saying that she gets brushed off because she's white, blonde, and articulate and therefore seen as being the typical Oxford student but akshully she's part of the growing population of disadvantaged minorities. Way to give away the game Tilly! Now I'm really going to need some proof that she was sick before she went to Oxford. So far we just have trust-me-bro. The video doesn't add much except it proves she actually is capable of looking like a human. One of the things about all her photos and even her little video reels is that her eyebrows never fucking move. I considered she was already getting botox by her early 20s but this video proves she is totally capable of moving her eyebrows in the normal fashion and making facial expressions that are semi-appropriate to the words she's saying.
Archived here.




She goes to Tokyo to talk to students about her Oxford experience.

RIP to one of my favorite instagram backgrounds
She was an extra in one of the Hairy Pooter movies.
Isn't this table setting
amazing?
Isn't this tree trunk
amazing?
Isn't this gravel path
amazing?
Isn't this boho-style grocery basket of snacks
amazing?
She mentions her health occasionally but it's nothing interesting.
Isn't this other person's bicycle
amazing?
For the most part the insta/blog isn't her anymore. It's her team of ambassadors writing under the "That Oxford Girl" brand. In June 2019 an article comes out titled "
The Woman who Revolutionized Access at Oxford University: an interview with Tilly Rose." What a hyperbolic title. This author acts like Tilly was poised for a promising and high paying career but chose to sacrifice it to demand Oxford diversify its student body.
I swear this chick is from another planet. The mouthpiece of the travel mug is closed and off to the side. why the fuck is she holding it like she's just about to bring it to her mouth for a sip? This is the sort of thing where when it happens to you IRL you try to casually look around to make sure no one saw.
TIL page boy is not just a hair style or a medieval messenger. It is the actual term for the person whose job it is to hold up the ceremonial robes of this academic asshole as he walks around. I'm sure this shit is to England as geisha is to Japan, a relic that still exists in some small capacity, but it's still making me laugh. So just, historian ha-has, when we Americans talk about modern history we're usually talking post-WWII: suburbanization, abundant mass-produced consumer goods, the Cold War, the automobile becoming ubiquitous and often necessary, that sort of thing. When British historians talk about modern history they mean post-1680s. They feel an outrageous sense of cultural superiority because of this so it's fun to remember that this is the kind of heritage we're talking about. This doofus walking around in an impractical costume all day like he's Batman.

Oxford magazine publishes a piece about her. The only interesting thing is that it claims she's cured of the TB after her chemo. Well that's nice. At least whatever treatment she got worked. Better living through chemistry n' whatnot.
Another. She's up to 500k followers.
She was accepted to some kind of leadership workshop for women at Oxford. I like the obvious man in the back.

More articles. This second one is pretty interesting. First we learn she's from High Wycombe and from my googlin' I learned this either means she's from that town proper, which is overpriced due to being commuter distance to London but not much to write home about, or she's from one of its outlying villages in which case her family is probably fucking loaded. i wonder which one it could be. We learn her doctor is Peter Davies of Liverpool. Let's see what he's like.

...He got fired for using NHS computers to watch dog porn after his wife said he wasn't allowed to watch dog porn on the home computer anymore. And here I thought we were going to find our standard pay-for-play quack. He's the real deal and wrote the modern NHS guidelines on TB treatment (between vigorous goon sessions, I'm sure). i've noticed sometimes these older, nearing-retirement experts aren't really poised to deal with the social media/Internet factor where your patients show up knowing what disease they want, what testing it needs, and what treatments they will accept. A few, like Rodney Grahame who once practiced at some pretty prestigious hospitals in London, ended up targeted by these girls for this reason. He wasn't prepared for a mob of benignly hypermobile former dancers with eating disorders coming to his office reporting a lifetime of dislocations, gastrointestinal disease, and heart problems so he diagnosed them all with the combo platter. They all lost their shit when he retired and his colleagues said they were fine. Although I have to laugh that in this case it's a
tuberculosis specialist being targeted by someone who just spent years reading literature including, I'm sure, some written by people romanticising that disease. Anyway Dr. Dogfucker was all but retired from practice when he got caught cranking the hog and he has done the "full repentance, haven't glanced at sexy horse cocks once since i was caught, I actually wanted you to catch me so I could stop, victim of the Internet" thing porn-addicted people like to do when their depravity is exposed. Lookin' at you, Rose.





In September the Youtube starts. I cannot stand this woman's accent and she also does that super annoying thing some people do where they suction their tongue to the roof of their mouth and then pull it off making an audible clicking, sucking, please make it stop sound while trying to think of the next word she wants to say. I would prefer one of the singers over listening to this. It's just the same story about how she went to Oxford despite her illness through hard work and determination then got sick and almost didn't graduate, but at least it's more proof that she can move her entire face.


Most of the other videos are just her usual oxford content but this one's kind of interesting: how she got a book deal. After Oxford she wrote the kind of cheesy chick lit shit she actually enjoys reading and sent it out to a bunch of literary agents who all rejected her, with the consensus being that her writing is
okay but her story is unoriginal and boring. In later posts we'll learn it's historical fiction about a young woman who goes to Oxford and falls in love which is just her life, likely set at some point within the last 100 years since that's how long Oxford's been allowing women (a fact she taught me so I know she knows this). This rejection made her start the blog to prove she could get an audience for her writing and then once she did that she came up with the idea of making a fun, quirky, colorful book about Oxford when all the existing ones are very serious. She then wrote a proposal explaining she had a baked-in audience that was growing and an original concept as compared to existing books on the market and sent it to agents. Again, no one wants her dumb book. In the end a publisher known for their non fiction and self help offerings cold called her based on the popularity of her blog.
She finishes that workshop thing and jumps barefoot in front of the building, as one does.
Isn't this poster board
amazing?
Isn't this doorway
amazing?
By the end of the year nearly all her content is #ads or things she was #gifted or #invited to in exchange for a review. the shit that isn't is just a loop of the same shit she's been posting for years. Good luck on your exams! Good luck writing your statements! Good luck at your interviews!
If you want a laugh, go look up this apartment building and click on the virtual tours for any unit. $1800 USD for a ~200sq foot studio where your bed is next to the stove and your toilet is in your shower. I'll stop complaining about my rent for a two story house in a good neighborhood now, lol.


Aren't these balls
amazing?
Isn't this window sill
amazing?
She's on the news. I thought she was photoshopped in at first because several posts in a row had her doing this exact same head tilt and "smile."

"Hello, patrons of this coffee shop! Did you know I, Tilly Rose, Oxford Graduate and member of the intelligentsia, have written a book?" This is actually way more cringe to me than the Broadway set who belt out show tunes in the grocery store, just coming from someone who wants to die of embarrassment every time someone acknowledges my writing. If my actual friends knew this is what I'm doing when I say I have plans, sitting in front of my computer drinking and laughing at my own jokes, I'd probably suck start a shotgun.
