As I hold my breath and tap’register’ to enter my email address, I feel like an innocuous minor criminal. Is it shame?
You see, I don’t buy drugs, hire a hitman or hack into anyone else’s accounts. Nor am I engaging in the dark web’s nefarious activities.
There’s no mistaking the feeling of unease I feel as I log in to join the so-called “trolls’ paradise”, one of the most harmful tribes on the Internet. Tattle Life should be viewed with caution.

Stacey Solomon (an avid Instagrammer) is another personality who has been pasting.
This may be something you’ve never heard about. I hadn’t either until recently. Despite the fact that it was only launched in 2018, it already has an impressive following.
The December traffic reached eight million, more than the seven million monthly visits to Mumsnet.
It is amazing how harmless the infuriating posts between yummymummies boasting of their second homes and hedge-funder husbands seems now compared to what it feels like to be surrounded by unjust hatred.
The majority of Tattle Life posts are made by women. Celebrities, influencers, writers, commentators — no one, it seems, is immune from their venom.
Take Alice Evans. She is the Hollywood actress that recently separated from Ioan Gruffudd. After discovering that he had an affair with her, she took to social media and documented the pain she felt as well as those of their young children.
It was impossible to imagine a more perfect character assassination.
‘She is full of s***. “It’s kinda sad that she thought she must make this stuff up to attract attention and likes,” reads one blog post.
“She was controlling him.” An honest mother wouldn’t use her children in order to get at her ex-husband, no matter how he had cheated.

‘She is full of s***. It’s kinda sad she felt she has to make this stuff up for attention and likes,’ read one post about Hollywood actress Alice Evans (pictured)
Are you hesitant to join the ranks but want to make a big impact? Do not be afraid.
Tattle Life offers a summary of the story and also a biography. This includes an account of Alice, a 53-year old stay-at home mother who is misogynistic and xenophobic. Alice doesn’t cook, and all of her meals are purchased from an expensive subscription meal service.
It doesn’t matter if you are a paid up A-lister in order to get a humiliating treatment here. Instagram’s most unimportant celebrities are subject to the wrath of their followers.
There’s plenty of room in this witches’ coven for democratic digital age.
Users start a thread about a social media star and — ding ding, round one! — the pile-on commences.
Anonymous Tattle Life members are hidden behind avatars. They can pick apart the habits, personalities, and figures of influencers.
Digital bile is a bucket-load and makes a mockery out of my terms of agreement, which require me to follow certain rules, such as no abusive or hateful message.
Tattle Life agreeing not to abuse is similar to signing a pledge against violence before joining Fight Club.
This site is all about verbal violence. Katie Price is labelled a ‘drugged up p*** artist’.
The main target is not celebrities, but social media stars like TikTok and Instagram, who are the influencers or gurus who chronicle their glamorous lives, down to what avocado sourdough bread they ate for breakfast.
Another page opens up with insults directed against TikTokers.
One post reads, “A lying mother excuse,” “Contrived and dishonest, dangerous,” screech another. Scammer, liar and manipulator . .’ It goes on and on.
Nothing and no one is off limits — not even children. Although one of the site’s rules states that children’s comments are forbidden, it is completely ignored.
Here’s an example: This is a comment on a TikTok Star, described as a “disgusting vapid selfish” woman. [sic]Her opinion about herself is exaggerated, just like her stomach.
Tattle Life will not scrape any barrels, and users won’t go as low as they can.

Tattle Life recently reported that Sophie Hinchliffe has purchased alpacas.
Ashley Cain was a former footballer who lost her daughter to leukaemia in December 2013.
You might think that this horrible tragedy will earn him some protection from Tattlers’ ire, but you would be mistaken.
Cain’s face is swollen with accusations.
I was saddened at times by this hateful nonsense.
Tattlers love to spray the vitriol everywhere, even though it is widely spread.
Mrs Hinch is number one, an Essex-based young mom who has made a lot of money posting cleaning videos on Instagram.
There are literally tens to thousands of comments that rip her apart.
She and her husband are a ‘deluded pair of t***s’, their house ‘not Buckingham Palace’.
Recently, Tattle Life was in shock at the purchase of alpacas by Mrs Hinch.

Ashley Cain has lost his daughter and now Ashley Cain is being accused of using the funds he raised to fund his charitable foundation.
One user claimed to care about the animals and asked for help. Perhaps a Department at Defra or her local Council?
Stacey Solomon from Essex is also getting pasting. This avid Instagrammer posts updates on home renovations and her marriage as well as children.
Even though Stacey appears to be a very blameless character again, the Tattle Life crew diss her. They tear apart her filthy children, scruffy locks, and outfits from Build A Bear.
Her Instagram videos are subject to a lot of scrutiny. One thread contained posts by Tattlers, who clearly know her house layout and dislike Solomon’s decision to put her younger sons in her bedroom.
These boys are known as the ‘forgotten annex boys’. An example comment would be: “She is nominated as Mum Of The Year.” FFS. It’s more like Disgrace of The Year. . .’
New threads appear every minute and are read by thousands within minutes. This site has dozens upon dozens advertising banners that appear as I read it.
Did you know that sex can be sold? Well, so does spite. This is the mystery of who profited from it all.
Lime Goss, a sister website to Lime Goss, features an interview with Helen McDougal the founder. However this appears to be a fake name and little is known about its origins.

This site is full of harsh criticisms about Cain, the ex-footballer whose eight month old daughter succumbed to leukemia last year.
No matter who Helen may be, you can’t deny that she had a great idea. The site taps into a deep human need for gossip — a need that goes back to the dawn of history.
In our hunter gatherer days, gossip was essential to keep tribes united. It helped members bond and build trust. Before laws existed, gossip was used to find out the names of those who were not right.
Since then, gossip has been essential to bonding — particularly woman-to-woman bonding.
Gossip is an Old English word. It refers to female godparents that would visit a woman’s labor in medieval times. They chattered to her and gave gas and air to ease the pain.
A good gossip can bring out a lot of camaraderie. You feel vaguely secretive and naughty when gossiping makes it seem like you have made a deal with the people you are whispering to.
Alice Roosevelt of America said it best: “If there’s nothing good you can say about any one, sit down with me.”
Gossip creates intimacy — and, yes, it can be very funny. It is not uncommon to see women shaming each other. My favorite is Bette Midler’s comment that Madonna would never do the same as a virgin if she gave birth in a stable.
The gossip at Tattle Life, however, is of another order. This is toxic femininity — and it has real victims.
Tattle’s Fire targets describe feeling sad, anxious and even suicidal.
Em Sheldon, an influencer on social media, presented evidence last year to parliament’s Digital, Culture, Media and Sport Committee. She spoke out about abuse she and others received.
She said that there were many women in the ‘dark spaces of the internet’, who saw this as their sole mission, to destroy our lives.
Concerns about mental health problems among influencers are growing. It is so outlandish.
Tattle Life views things differently. Helen, the founder, says that Tattle Life exists as an open service. It holds to account all influencers making a fortune by selling products to a confused public.
She says, “You cannot expect to live your entire life online and receive only praise.”
Is anyone right? These people are clearly being unfavorably unpleasant.
Is Tattle Life an outlet that people need in this age of feeling inadequate because they see so many posts on Instagram?
Influencers and vloggers may humbly suggest that they are just creating ‘communities’ online, but the reality is that they are selling a glittering version of their lives — a highly curated showreel which may inspire some women but depresses a hell of a lot of others.

Em Sheldon, a social media blogger and influencer who blogs about beauty, fashion, and fitness, testified to Parliament’s Digital, Culture, Media and Sport Committee last year. She was referring to the abuses she and other victims had suffered.
Their followers might imagine themselves looking bronzed at Barbados beaches or with their adorable child/dog/man. However, they may also be sitting in gray old England contemplating a Tesco trip in the rain and nursing a broken soul.
These shiny objects make them dizzy. They despair and compare.
Tattle Life can be seen, therefore, as an antidote for the adulation of Instagram. A place where those living in less than perfect lives can make fun of those who feed their envy.
Funny thing is that both Tattlers as well their targets have fallen prey to a social media world that has become addictive. It consumes us all, takes our attention, and clouds our judgement.
Instagrammers think they can’t live without sharing every moment and documenting what they buy. Tattlers, on the other hand, are obsessed with the lives of small things in women their will never meet or know.
It is all incredibly sad. Maybe the best solution is to urge both sides in this fight to get off of The Internet.
Targets should stop searching for information about others. We all have the option to hit the off button.
It is time for women to stop posting on the site. The site is clearly addictive for many.
Their grumbles may increase Tattle Life’s ad revenue, but they don’t seem to care much about their well-being.
They’d do well to remember the old adage that if you have nothing nice to say — or indeed type — then it’s far better to say nothing at all.