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Comic Sans and Consequences: Tubgirl Claps Back at Minimalist Branding Scam

The woman once known for making millions gag just served one specific latte that made someone puke for all the right reasons.

Tubgirl, freshly re-emerged from meme obscurity and now building an enema wellness brand in Japan, had high hopes when she hired a boutique Tokyo design agency to craft her new logo.

“They were expensive,” she told TPN. “I expected magic. A symbol of rebirth. A stylized golden fountain flowing upward. Serenity. Power. The legend reimagined.”

Instead, what she got

was this:

TUBGIRL
Comic Sans MS. All caps. Nothing else.

“It looked like a lost PowerPoint slide from 2004,” Tubgirl said. “They told me it was ‘clean, accessible, and ironic.’ I told them it looked like a meme their intern would make during a smoke break.”


💬 Enter Anna Forrest

Reeling from disappointment and simmering rage, Tubgirl reached out to someone who knows a thing or two about being served overpriced garbage wrapped in self-important aesthetics:
Anna Forrest, who recently punched her way out of a Wix-built nightmare site commissioned at premium rates.

“Anna told me this is a pattern. They give you cringe dressed as clean, and then gaslight you into thinking you’re unsophisticated if you don’t ‘get it.’”

While Tubgirl doesn’t pack the raw physical power of Anna Forrest, she does have range. Specifically
 a highly symbolic liquid range.


☕ The Latte Incident

She invited the design agency’s project manager for a “thank-you coffee meeting.” A friendly gesture. A calm setting. She even called it “closure.”

What he didn’t know?
The latte wasn’t coffee. It was her own enema—dyed to look like one.

“He took a sip. Froze. Threw up. I didn’t flinch.”

Then she leaned in.

“Now you know how I felt,” she said. “When I was served a steaming pile of minimalist crap and told it was visionary design.”


🧠 Mother Mayhem Reflects

In a world where aesthetics have been drained of soul, where Comic Sans gets rebranded as “post-ironic,” and where legacy icons are expected to smile politely while being insulted by interns with Adobe subscriptions, Tubgirl did what needed to be done.

“You can’t repackage garbage and call it Zen,” Mayhem writes. “And if you do—be prepared to drink from the same tap you filled.”

What comes next for Tubgirl’s brand?
A new agency. A new logo. And maybe a slight rethinking of her hospitality protocol.

But one thing’s for sure: She’ll never drink bland modernism again without reading the label.