Classic pitfall of the social media era. Maybe you tell someone you’re staying in that night then snap story yourself at a bar an hour later. Or maybe you Instagram yourself with piles of money after you’ve declared bankruptcy to avoid paying the eight-figure lawsuit brought against you
Wall Street Journal — A bankruptcy judge ordered rapper 50 Cent to come to her courtroom and explain several pictures posted on social media websites that show him playing with stacks of cash. Judge Ann Nevins told the 40-year-old entertainer’s lawyer that his Instagram photos are raising questions about whether he is being truthful about his financial situation. “I’m concerned about allegations of nondisclosure and a lack of transparency in the case,” Judge Nevins said at a hearing Thursday in Hartford, Conn.. “There’s a purpose of having a bankruptcy process be transparent, and part of that purpose is to inspire confidence in the process.” She added that bankruptcy is a place where “honest, but unfortunate” people can get a fresh start. Earlier court papers put a spotlight on three pictures of 50 Cent, whose real name is Curtis James Jackson III, with bundles of cash. One picture showed cash piles in his fridge.
Classic social media slip up by 50 here. So 2016, you know what I mean. It’s just something we all have to deal with in the modern media age. Snapchat, Twitter, Instagram, etc. The balance between letting everyone know what you’re doing all the time while also lying to people about what you’re doing on a given night because you don’t want to see them. Maybe you tweet that you’re in a given city and ignore the text when someone you don’t want to see hits you up. Maybe you tell someone you’re staying in that night then snap story yourself at a bar an hour later. Or maybe you Instagram yourself with piles of money after you’ve declared bankruptcy to avoid paying the eight-figure lawsuit brought against you for releasing Rick Ross’s baby mama’s sex tape. You know, all that stuff we millennials deal with in the social media age. Poor Fifty just go caught slipping.
Stars, they’re just like us!