The Cunt of Celebrity
It’s difficult to argue a case for celebrities: why we need them, what good they do, and why we shouldn’t rummage through their bins and sniff their dirty underwear.
Just a sarcastic, possibly depressive, mildly retarded, passive aggressive bundle of misery and cynicism in a not very attractive package, just blundering through life one imagined murder at a time. Competition level dickhead and Sarlacc lookey-likey. I'm struggling to come up with something else to think of here, so, it's probably wise I list an incredible lack of imagination as well. I can play the guitar, sort of, in the same way an Ostrich can fly. That's sort of it really. Fascinating, no?
It’s difficult to argue a case for celebrities: why we need them, what good they do, and why we shouldn’t rummage through their bins and sniff their dirty underwear.
Politicians don’t seem like real people, but the terrifying thing is, they are. They’re not the best we’ve got, but they’re the best we’re ever going to get.
The news has grown into an entertainment feature in and of itself, and not in a "laugh at all the corpses and thank fuck that bomb didn't go off here" kind of way.
In the last 40 years, there's been over 4 billion of us thrown out of the safety and warmth of our mother's canal in order to cling to this shitty rock and be miserable.