People Reveal The Biggest, Brattiest “Princess” They Know

When people think of "spoiled princesses," they usually think of snobby girls who think they deserve everything they want. Though this is just a stereotype, there is some truth to it. These entitled girls are the among the biggest brats the world has ever seen. Content has been edited for clarity.

She NEEDED Her Dog In Time For Christmas

“I work at a pet boarding place and even though we have people there to take care of the animals on Christmas, we’re closed to check in/outs.

A girl came in with her mom to pick up their dog a couple of days after Thanksgiving and we tried to confirm their Christmas reservation. They had planned to drop the dog off early on the 24th and pick her up early on the 26th. The mom asked if they could pick up on Christmas, we told her no, we’re closed.

This was NOT OKAY with this girl. They were going out of state on Christmas Eve to see family and returning mid-day on Christmas and she HAD TO HAVE HER PUPPY ON CHRISTMAS.

The mom tried to reason with her, pointing out that if they leave the dog home, she’d be alone from early Christmas Eve until Christmas Day. The girl didn’t care, she wanted her puppy there waiting when she got home on Christmas. She started bawling her eyes out in the middle of our lobby and when her mother tried to comfort her, she literally HIT HER. She was shoving her mom around and crying.

Oh, and she was 22 years old.

They canceled the reservation.”

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It’s Always Got To Be About Her

“My friend’s ex had a major ‘I’m a princess’ syndrome. Aside from the fact she would literally call herself a princess, she was majorly high maintenance. He spent all his money on her (around $500 when we were all in high school and unemployed), spent every ounce of time he was free with her, and texted at all hours they were both awake. Then some other dude became interested in her and she started boasting about all the attention she was getting.

When my friend dumped her finally, she started going out with the other guy and I thought it was done. Well, no. She then proceeded to stick herself to my friend (now her ex) like glue and continued with the constant texting so that no other girl could approach him. Then, when he said he didn’t want to be friends with her, she went around to her close friends calling him an assaulter (he is not, and she eventually admitted it).

Because, you know, the princess is never at fault.”

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So Spoiled She Couldn’t Even Bathe Herself

“So I’ve got a long list of abusive girlfriends who were spoiled and entitled, but there was one who was only emotionally abusive, not physically, and very spoiled. And I blame her idiot father.

‘Daddy’s Princess.’

She expected me to always be ready to jump to her side if she needed anything.

She did not cook, clean, or even shop for herself.

She couldn’t even BATHE herself properly, like, what the actual…?

I admit I stuck with her because I have this fetish of being needed and the like, so the fact she was so dependent on me, while also so adamant about being independent, it was a major turn on.

But holy smokes, I literally had to help her bathe, brush her hair, all that stuff.

When I was tired from working long hours at work, or when I just wanted to relax after a terrible week, I had to be there for her, and if I said no? Threats of suicide, crying about how heartless I am, or how cruel I was, or how she would starve to death if I didn’t come and prep her meals for the week (I had to cook her meals, one week’s worth at a time, so she could reheat it).

It was emotionally exhausting and physically as well.

Finally, I ended up having a mild mental breakdown, and I just ‘cold walked’ on her, and cut off all contact.

The whole reason for her behavior?

Her parents divorced and her mother didn’t want any custody, so her father doted on her, hand and foot, going so far as to bathe her until she was 18.

She literally never had to do anything for herself from the time she was 6 until I dumped her.”

She Wanted Her Drinks NOW

“I watched a College Princess empty an entire shelf of vino, Hulk-style at a BevMart. At 10 am. On a Tuesday. Because they couldn’t sell her a six-pack.

First, she was upset because she cut in line and everyone was ‘bullying’ her for it. She was frustrated nobody understood why her time was more precious than ours.

Then, the cashier was being ‘prejudice’ (they were both white) because he couldn’t sell her the six-pack. COULDN’T, not wouldn’t. She was under 21. She started to whine and stomped her feet like a child. When that didn’t work, she started crying and pulled the ‘they always sell it to me at the other store’ card.

At that point, the cashier was done with College Princess. He called out the manager. The manager told Princess she will not be purchasing the brews that day or any other day until her 21st birthday. It was like the manager said the incantation to summon a banshee. Princess let out a screech that could be heard two states away, ran over to a full shelf of vino, and started slamming every bottle she could reach onto the floor. By the time the police came, her legs and feet were covered in blood and glass. All because they wouldn’t break the law and sell her a six-pack.”

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She Went Full On Snob Almost Immediately

“I started renting a bedroom in my 2-bedroom condo to friends who were doing a couple of third-year rotations in my city. One girl came to me through a reference from a friend and the first red flag I should have noticed was her complaining about the rent I was charging her. It was well below the average rent because I knew how hard it was to scrape by with the measly amount of money loans gave to med students.

Then she started eating my food and using my personal items. After a long discussion, which I thought she understood, that the money that changed hands were only for accommodations, she spent the next four days passive aggressively slamming everything. The front door, the window, the sliding glass to the tub, the fridge, her textbooks, and even her laptop.

I ended up kicking her out after the 13th day because she stole my car in the morning and after confronting her about it, she screamed at me that she had the right to use my car because she paid rent.”

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Entitled To Shop

“I work at a clothing store. One night, 15 minutes before closing, a group of four came in, including a young lady, her boyfriend, her mother and a fourth person. I proceeded to tell them they only had 15 minutes before the store closed. To which one of them replied, ‘We will only take a minute.’ Nope, not a minute. Not even 10. They left the store 40 minutes after closing. All because the daughter (whom I presume was in her mid 20) needed to find an outfit for a photo shoot.

The entire time she was in the changing room, she would throw the items she didn’t feel ‘good’ in at one of my associates. When she finally decided she wasn’t gonna purchase anything, she left a whole rack of clothing (which if we were still open wouldn’t have been an issue but after 40 minutes of being closed the other associate and I had already finished recovering the store for the night), she finished it off by complaining to her boyfriend that it was his fault she didn’t like anything because he didn’t compliment her on any of the items. She literally stomped out with her arms crossed and pouted.”

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She Has No Shame

“A young woman and her mother came into my store (a discount store that sells a bit of everything – think a lower-end Bed, Bath, and Beyond) half an hour before closing. They shopped around for twenty minutes, picking up a few paintings, a sunburst mirror, an armchair and a furry footstool. All told it was around $270. The woman whipped out a coupon that expired two days before that would have given her $10 off her total. I told her that the coupon was expired and unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it because we weren’t running any other coupons at the time and I don’t have the authority to make discounts, especially on merchandise that’s perfectly fine.

Cue the waterworks and screaming. ‘I’M A GRAD STUDENT. I HAVE STUDENT DEBT. I NEED THIS. I’M A GRAD STUDENT.’

I called my manager, who was trying to get the store closed, and asked him to come to the front. He said that he couldn’t and asked what the problem was. I said that her coupon had expired and asked if there was a way for me to make it work. He said no. I told her again that we don’t accept expired coupons and that I understood her frustration because I’m also a student. She lost it again and kept screaming, ‘I’M A GRAD STUDENT. I NEED THAT COUPON. I NEED THIS STUFF AND I CAN’T AFFORD IT WITHOUT THAT COUPON.’

I called my manager again and he finally came up. The young woman said, ‘SHE (me) DID NOT INTERPRET THE SITUATION CORRECTLY AND I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOU WITHOUT HER GETTING IN THE WAY. I WAS TOLD THAT I COULD USE THIS COUPON TWO DAYS AGO. SHE DID NOT TELL YOU THAT. SHE IS TERRIBLE AT CUSTOMER SERVICE.’ (Slight paraphrasing but basically the concept.)

My manager looked at the coupon and told her that she could have used that coupon two days ago, but that it had expired after that, and that there was no way to give her the coupon or any sort of discount because there were no damages to her items. She huffed but finally decided that since she needed that fluffy footstool and armchair and mirror and all those paintings, then she’d just pay that extra $10. We were now half an hour late on closing the store and had to stay an extra half hour to make up for it, so I didn’t get home until almost midnight.

The entire time, her mother just stood there watching her child be this bratty little princess. If that had been me acting like that, my mother would have smacked me into next week, then made me invent a time machine to go back and apologize. I barely held my tongue about how maybe she should join the rest of us students and shop at Goodwill if she’s so poor.”

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The 10-Year-Old Snob

“I was on a Disney cruise and that particular morning, we were docking at Port Canaveral to take buses to Disney World itself. Naturally, this was one of the most popular port days of the whole trip and the gangway was flooded with people trying to disembark. My husband and I were among those waiting in a long, long line that spanned across half the ship, and that’s when I overheard this coming from a 10-years-old-or-so daughter to her father on their way to the back of the line:

Girl: ‘Daddy, I don’t want to wait on this line, let’s just go to the front!’

‘We have to wait in line with all the other princesses, come on,’ he replied.

‘But Daddy, we’re CONCIERGE!’ she shrieked, in a manner that told me she’s very used to that word getting her places.

‘Well, maybe we can ask.’ he said thoughtfully, stalling for a moment.

‘Come onnnnnn, I’m not waiting with these people!’ she said and shook his hand off her shoulder to turn around.

They headed off to the front of the line to give the concierge thing a shot. I don’t know how that went, but I like to imagine they were dishonorably ejected from the remainder of the cruise.”

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Your Pain Means Nothing To Her

“My sister.

When I had gotten in a car accident and broke my hip, needing surgery to pin it back together, her birthday came a month after.

I was in a wheelchair, taking pain pills, muscle relaxers, and had a very messed up sleep schedule. My sister wanted to go to the zoo for her birthday, however, because of me being in a wheelchair, my mom said that if I didn’t go, then she wouldn’t because my mom didn’t want to leave me home alone, especially since I wasn’t supposed to even stand without help.

So, the day of her birthday, I was in pain. Like, I twisted wrong in my sleep so my tailbone decided to rebel. I just took my pain pills and wanted to do nothing but sleep. My sister threw the biggest hissy fit.

I’m talking, she accused me of lying, went left and right about how she doesn’t understand how I could be so tired when I do nothing all day. She even got mad at my mom for wanting to stay home (My mom doesn’t even really like going to the zoo anyways).

Oh, and before her actual birthday, she kept nagging me about getting her a birthday present, literally trying to haul me around to buy her something. For my birthday? She gave me Pokemon plushies she bought a few years ago but no longer wanted.”

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She Had A Bad Case Of Princess Disease

“Fun fact: in Korean, this behavior is literally called/translated as ‘Princess disease’ (there also exists a male equivalent which is called Prince disease)

As for my story, it’ll have to be my cousin. She’s just turned 7 or 8 I think, I’m not sure since I only ever see that side of the family once or twice a year. Well, we were having a large family outing that night, starting with dinner. This kid refused to eat because it wasn’t to her liking. The meat was too chewy, the rice was too ‘fluffy,’ the restaurant was cold, on and on. My aunt had to constantly take care of the child for the few hours that my family was enjoying the meal. She would whine during that time, loudly complain to everyone about everything that wasn’t to her liking, and generally be a pouty, spoiled child. One time she even just walked off and left because she was so bored, which resulted in my great-uncle having to coerce her back to the restaurant with some ice cream.

Of course, because it’s so rare for our family to be able to meet up like this, we all went to a café afterward. And of course, the spoiled behavior continued. She saw a claw machine for stuffed toys and started to wheedle all of us for money to play the game. She’d refuse to listen to whatever we told her, any attempts to entertain her otherwise was met with contempt. When we got to the café, which was just a block or two away, she complained about her feet hurting and wanting to go back home. My uncle gave her a piggyback ride despite his back problem. By the end of the night? She was just flat out crying about how mean we were to her…

Honestly, my aunt and uncle took it like a champ that day, but it wasn’t fun.”

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She Felt She Didn’t Need To Do The Work

“My classmate is a prime example of this. So many stories to share. I used to be ‘good’ friends with her since she was enjoyable to be around when she wasn’t being a princess.

The most minor thing was when she got a quote for her insurance. She was driving a newer Mustang (her mom’s, who passed away) and she was 18. She ‘shouldn’t’ have to pay $4k per year, her dad should (her stepdad was off the hook!). Then we had her birthday, where should just HAD to have a limo, the whole thing, etc. The limo thing fell through and we weren’t talking for a while at this point. I just know she got turbo-trashed afterward. She refused to communicate, thinking everything was either her way or she’d just dismiss you with that ‘whatever’ attitude.

Then in our second year, it spread over to group work, which she used to be really good with. By the middle of our second year, we were not on speaking terms, but we were forced to work together on large group projects. That was the worst semester of my life because she let her personal hatred get in the way of doing good work, but only when she was around certain other parties. There was the time she said she’d get three things done over the weekend, got none of it done then tried to play it off as ‘you are lying, we never agreed I’d do any of this,’ then pulled out the agenda where it was right freaking there: ‘I WILL DO THESE THREE THINGS.’

Then she accused me of fudging hours worked when I was sitting at about 50 and she was sitting at about 20 to make her look bad, except it really showed that I put the work in. She and her friend were at 20, I was at 50, and the other two were around 30. It’s not even the hours worked that bother me, as I knew that I’d be putting more work in naturally, I just wanted to see some honest effort.

She complained I was holding her/the group standards too high, despite us (me) only getting an 80% on our mid-report. All of our instructors also knew that she was not doing any work at all. One even noted in our report, ‘Is this true?’ to her role of being the editor. She thought editing would be going through my sentences and changes the words to how she felt they should be. No formatting, etc, only changing up some sentences in a 70-page report.

We have been graduated for a year now and she didn’t get into Uni the last year due to her grades (She actually has a much higher GPA than me, but book smarts =/= transferable lab skills, which I won’t even touch on as she NEVER did lab work). She is slated to start this next year, last I heard through mutual friends, and that she has matured ‘somewhat’ now that she’s in her 20’s. I still follow her on Instagram for whatever reason, though she has me blocked everywhere but Facebook (where we needed to communicate for group work).

I guess if I was really, really petty, I could have blocked her on FB in response to her blocking me on everything else, but getting the project done was too important to me, and has paid off as I now have one of the best jobs of my life as a solo lab tech (sounds awful but it’s amazing, great pay, etc).”

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She Sucks Everything Out Of Her Man

“My buddy’s girlfriend is a nightmare to do anything with. She’s got the sweetest little anime girl facade but looks can be deceiving.

Like, she’ll decide she’s mad at her boyfriend, or she’ll not get her way or something, at which point she’ll give him vicious passive aggressive treatment, or remain callous and aloof for the remainder of whatever we’re up to. She does this to pointedly make him miserable or manipulate him. It becomes this very awkward, quiet yet entirely obvious public display among all of us indicated that A) our buddy is going to have to hang back with her to appease her temper tantrum, preventing us from having fun with him or B) We’re just saddled with this ONE person in the group reluctantly tagging along but refusing to try and resolve their (usually pointless) anger or let it go for the sake of the group event.

Additionally, while she’s not skeleton thin, she’s got VERY clear anorexia symptoms, and that contributes to a lot of our group aggravation with her. She rapidly cycles through the compulsive behavior, hyperactivity, impulsivity, or social isolation. She complains all the time about gastrointestinal problems and headaches but maintains that she ‘can’t’ eat like a normal person. Avoids ordering anything at all while we’re at restaurants, and religiously forces herself to work out twice a day at least 6 days a week. I’ve known this girl for 2 years. I have seen her eat ONE time. The gastrointestinal problems are largely self-imposed, and the quick behavioral shifts are dead ringer anorexia symptoms.

Anyhow, I feel so bad for my buddy all the time. I was in a relationship previously for six years with a dude just like his girlfriend and it’s the unhappiest I’ve ever been in my life. I think if I didn’t 120% relate to what he puts up with currently, maybe their situation wouldn’t make me feel so bad. I try to like his girl–I really do… its just so hard to find lovable qualities in someone so infatuated with themselves while simultaneously being completely disinterested in addressing their real problems.

Being around her makes me just as anxious as my ex did. That gut-gnawing feeling that persists with knowing that she’ll either find something to be obsessive or mad about, or she’ll prance around happily and bubbly like none of this stuff ever happens, or like it isn’t about to happen 30 minutes down the road. It’s hard to watch her announce in the middle of a party or something that she’s ready to go home and watch him slump his shoulders and comply, resigned to just to avoid fighting with her when he clearly wants to stay with us and have fun.

I hope she either gets herself some decent help, or my friend finally chooses to go chase someone who’s got their stuff together so he can be happy instead of just being a slave to someone else’s idea of happiness.”

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