Just saw this over at the Photoshop disasters blog and god it makes me fume… Why the hell do Women’s magazines insist on pushing “ultra-anna-thin” as aspirational… Rhi-Rhi obviously has one of the banging-est bods in the biz (how’s the alliteration) I mean check out that bikini shot… I’d kill for that figure, wouldn’t we all… And then Elle comes in and decides that she needs a waistline the same width as HER HEAD… She is NOT a lollipop people, STOP trying to make women hate themselves.
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So while I was away, I read Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Seriously, this dude has been dead to me ever since he began his infatuation with Victoria Beckham. What is it with gay guys loving shit women *ahem KYLIE ahem*. Posh isn’t even like so bad she’s good ala Coco (ice t’s wife, I love her) or Pammy. She’s just plain rat shit. Remember when Posh and Beck’s moved to LA and Tom Cruise and Katie-bot had a welcome to America party for them, EWWWWW it was so fucking revolting. And he put’s THIS bitch on a tee. Ok it’s for a charity or some shit but it doesn’t excuse shit, he used her in campaigns and shit too. WTF. Posh is NOT COOL. She’s NOT FUNNY. She’s just plain shit house. She’s like anti-inspirational when it comes to luxury goods too. Like when I see some hot bitch with a Chanel bag I cry a single tear that I’ll never afford one, but whenever I see Posh in shit it kinda makes me okay that I’m a poor pleb, coz she’s head to toe in designer goods and just ends up looking like a transvestite praying mantis who tries way too hard and her husband won’t fuck her. She’s not sensual or sexy or fuckable, which okay dressing up ain’t about but it IS about making chicks think “damn, I wanna be her or be friends with her” and I don’t think that when I see her. I just think…damn I can’t believe anyone buys your fucking perfume. Okay, end of rant. I’m hormonal. My apologies.














Masca-RAAAAA!
There are a couple of things that shit me about cosmetics advertising. 1. The ‘face splash’ of face wash ads (more on this later) and Mascara ads.
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