At least in England the "tabloids" are unabashed dens of inequity. That's what they are and no one, much less the publishers, maintain a false pretense to the contrary.
Here in the US, however, with the exception of the oddly formatted, garishly colored rags that sit next to the checkout at your supermarket we don't have the same trash reporting that's massively consumed... or do we?
Lately, as in the past n+1 months, virtually every glossy magazine has reported on Brittany and her antics. For a brief, altogether too brief, moment Paris managed to steal the limelight. But currently no one, not even Pam Anderson, has been able to wrest the covers from Britney Coverage.
It's not like anyone really cared to begin with, but by now even people who don't read this trash are so jaded by the topic that it's an exercise in pain to shop anywhere. But the magazines still keep reporting it. Like an endless nightmare of blonde, brown or bald headed bimbos with oversized glasses we're bombarded with pictures and commentary on her boozing, partying, mothering, with a putrid condiment of what her mom or ex-mate are up to (latest headline - "are they a couple?")
Besides the same "who cares" comment from above, the headlines grieve for the treatment of her children ("they share her bed! they saw her drunk! she says they were a mistake!")
Why, why, why?
Kids are murdered on a daily basis, starved, maltreated, sold, forced into slavery, abused, abandoned. Consider the mass starvation of children in third world countries. Consider babies born with Aids. Ponder those displaced by war and those injured by disaster. Just how fucking important are Britney's babies compared to all the children who are currently suffering? I promise you her kids will never know pain or suffering that even ordinary children endure (an ear infection on a Sunday perhaps is a good example).
Would that I had dictatorial powers for just a day, I'd force every publisher who put Britney and her brats on their cover to take all the money invested in printing this crap and send it to the Red Cross in Darfur. At least then there would be a good reason to buy their garbage.
If you bid up an item on ebay to a dollar within the suggested retail price of said item, not including the jacked up shipping, you deserve to be poor.
Now stop bidding on my shit. Quit it. Retards.
Futue te ipsum
Go fuck yourself
Te fututo, gaudeo
You having been fucked, I rejoice
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