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I’ve never bought anything from the TV before. Online, yes. But nothing that has been sold to me on an infomercial. Until the Nutribullet.
The Nutribullet infomercial was so enticing: There was a woman who was feeling good for the first time in her life! The woman became more attractive to her husband! The prospect of a juice with NO BITS that apparently tastes delicious and fuels your body at a CELLULAR LEVEL (I have a science degree. I know that is bullshit, but still…).
I bought it.
And I loved it.
My first few Nutriblasts™ were a failure because I excitedly threw so much into it, but as soon as I worked out what tasted good, I was having one for breakfast (a creamy, green vanilla milkshake made from cashews, spinach, dates and chia seeds) and one for lunch (a salad with cucumber, spinach, apple and lemon juice that I froze in ice cube trays).
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I loved my Nutribullet. It was my favourite appliance. I used it and used it.
But it turned out that I loved it too much.
Because after 2 months of use, it started to tell me it was not ok.
First it started to scream. It emitted a high pitched wail every time I used it. It was so loud that my dog left the room every time I even looked like getting it out.
Then it started to stink. Every time I used it, it gave off a burnt rubber smell.
The final straw (because for some reason I was so into it that I was prepared to put up with the screaming and the smelling) was the day that it smoked.