Showing posts with label mean girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mean girls. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I get it.

I'm small. Petite. Miniature. Lilliputian. However you want to put it. Whatever people have to say about me doesn't phase me these days but it gets old when people feel like they have the authority to make comments on my body type (and most of the time it's not in a complimentary manner) just because they feel like I don't have any body image issues. People won't dare tell plus-size women to watch what they eat but think it's okay to tell someone naturally skinny to "go eat a sandwich" and compare their body to that of a 12-year old boy. Yes, I eat. No, I don't have a problem. No, you don't have to question me about why I go to the gym because it's not about weight. It's like that pet peeve of mine when people glamorize that "real women have curves" bullshit. Whatever happened to celebrating all shapes and sizes?

Ugh whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.

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/rant

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

"You Smell Like a Baby Prostitute"

Not only is this gem of a line one of my faves from Mean Girls, but sadly this is what comes to mind as I survey the myspace world nowadays. Once in a while I'll log in to my brother's myspace (it's ok, he doesn't care) to see what his friends are up to or because I'm dying of boredom, only to regret clicking on seemingly harmless album titles such as "parties" and the like. I am seriously grossed out. I don't want to see 16/17-year olds wearing shirts attempting to show off their not-yet-in-existence cleavage or booty shorts they won't be able to fill out until the freshman 15. And additional signs of adolescence such as braces and baby fat around the face only intensify this "baby prostitute" vibe that seeps from my screen. Then again, what am I to expect in this generation that worhips BBV & Miley Cyrus.



Case in point: no one is safe from this epidemic. Not even Hannah Montana.

Myspace wars bring the LOLs as well. The comments between the participating parties are always fun to read, but when they decide to step up their game and take it to bulletins, the entertainment value just skyrockets.

Aside from the "baby prostitute" theme, here are some other myspace pictures to avoid.

Awkward situtation caught on camera. Or, "one of these things is not like the others".


Emo/unflattering angle/WTF all in one.



Tattoos gone horribly wrong.