Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts

Monday, 8 June 2009

10 National Treasures I Actually Hate...

Starting with today's offering 
1. Ant and Dec, 
Or is it Ant n' Dec? Maybe...It's definitely NEVER Dec and Ant- I wonder how he feels about that, always the bridesmaid. Anyway I hate their stupid smug faces, I bet they roll around in money  and Shandy Bass when they're not presenting every single ITV spunk load. 
Oh and thanks for making me terrified of paint for a good year guys:


PS guys- He's not blind here just deaf- PSYCHE!:



Tuesday, 2 June 2009

10 Things I hate about: Goths

1. I'm no flabbist, but seriously- why do so many fattys turn goth? Or goths turn fatty? Which comes first? Is it because black is MEANT to be flattering, hiding a multitude of SIN?





2. Goths go out with goths. There is no break in the chain. I want to see goths and chavs, or goths and rockers.. or goths and gangstaz. or goths and anyone that's not goth. Goth on goth is a snorefest. I personally blame goth dating sites.



3. Goth art. what the... ?



4. Twilight is a Goth's wet dream. And Twilight can suck it as it's probably the worse film/book ever made in the history of films that I wish had never been made or conceived as an idea for a film to make. Ghengis knows. Check it.

5. Fake depression. Fake everything in fact. It's a fake culture built on no substance or credible beginning. The heroes are extreme, the villians are everybody who's not a goth. In fact, there isn't even much Goth commoradory. It's every man-dressed-as-an-ugly-woman for themselves. No wonder they pretend to be depressed.



6. Because they do it up against gravestones infront of 15 year olds. Because this is the biggest gothest cliche and goth's do nothing to disspell cliches. If anything they keep inventing them for themselves and holding onto them for dear life as strands of identity. I am yet to be surprised by a goth.



7. Chatroom Addiction. We know someone who lost her virginity in a Placebo forum. Yeah, we don't like her much either.



8. They bagsy the monopoly on some really wonderful culture, like Edgar Allan Poe and Tim Burton, therefore ruining it for the rest of us, literally blacklisting anything vaguely skull or afterlife related. But then again, maybe there is a blog out there run by a group of goth interns who are hating on people like me and my monopoly on all things rad and flowery. Highly likely.



9. They can't accept criticism. I am no doubt guarenteed to receive a whole bunch of dead rose petalled written in black eye liner hate mail now.



10. We like to imagine Goths doing all the things that they would never admit that they want to actually do, like eat ice creams and do cartwheels. Or give up their seat for an old lady, or skydive. What a restricted way to live. Maybe it's all that corset wearing..

(on a final note, here's something for the lads. If it turns you on then God help you my friend.)

Saturday, 30 May 2009

Ten Things I Hated About....Being a Pre-teen Girl


1. Training bras- from the bitter perspective of someone who was 28AA until 16, to be honest in year 6 I would have been quite happy to wear a vest still, but it seems that became quite the post-P.E faux pas and so I tied to tiny triangles around myself for the next 5 years until ka-blam growth spurt. 
2. Scrunchies- or any sort of hair fastening popular at the time, especially those clips with the butterfly that wobbled around and left glittery schmutz in your (puberty-greasy) hair.
3. Ponies- They fucking love them.

4. Sugar Magazine's Problem Page- Every week without fail someone would have looked at their vagina in a mirror and freaked out, someone would have a crush on their girl best friend, someone would have thought they were pregnant after fingering. Nause. Also their horrific real life stories (pictured)
5. The Classics- Everyone started reading Jane-sodding-Eyre for SATs English and banged on about how they actually rather enjoyed it, and thought they "might move on to Dickens or Austen."
6. Cruel Intentions- the film, the soundtrack, the quotes, how a generation of girls planned to lose it to Counting Crows...it just got too much. 
7. Everyone fancying the one male teacher. One girl even told him! OMG! She used to call him by his first name in conversation.
8. Camden Market- the stripy socks, the net skirts, the headache-y smell of incense, the Placebo listening. 
9. Poppers- Seemingly the drug of choice for pre-teen girls 'who love to giggle and be hyper', we never knew their other usage.  I always only pretended to sniff- sorry guys; I was faking! 
10. Other teenagers- word.


Tuesday, 26 May 2009

10 Things I hate about: Child Actors

One blog I came across in my preparatory research that rants about this very topic opened the piece with: "is it wrong to hate a child?" to which the answer is quite clearly NO. Their slant was more 'not when they are a child actor' but, either way.



This special (cough*needs*cough) sub-breed of the human species stirs my fury in a way I thought only Peaches knew how.

1. They individually amass more dollar in their puny ten ish years of life thus far than I ever will in one hundred lifetimes. I'm not sour grapes, I'm just into justice yeah.



2. They will never grow up to be normal. No way no how. No child actor to have ever graced the silver screen has at puberty renounced the life and become a teacher or a fireman. Once a child actor, always a child actor.

3. Their blatantly massive lack of life experience precisely correlates to a blatantly massive lack of ability to portray characters. Outcome: insincere, unconvincing pathetic drivel.

4. The pretty ones play the heroes, the trophy kids, the teacher's pets. The ugly ones play the wimps and the abused. Personally, I think this is a terrible lesson in black and white thinking and type casting and does nothing to abolish stereotypes. The pretty kids get abused too you know.

5. They get to meet people that I admire, worship and adore and I don't. They aren't even old enough to take the sexual advantage of being in such close proximity of these arrogant sleep-with-anyone-willing pin up heartthrobs. What a waste.



6. Child actors have child actors' parents who are, without exception, wankers. Failed in their own lives, living out their celeb-wannabe fantasies through their offspring. Child actors hang out with other child actors. Child actors have child actor babies with their child actor playmates (sometimes when they are still even technically children). Is no one willing to make a stand and boldly break this incestuous cycle?

7. No one in Mediaworld dares to diss them, in case they get done for child cruelty or whatever. 'You can't say that- he's only 5!' WRONG. You aren't making some statement about them as a person- you are pointing out, quite rightly, that children equal shit entertainment. Dare to be different! Diss a kid for being a crap actor!

8. You can always spot a child actor. They walk with their nose a little higher in the air. They project their voice loudly and clearly, too loudly and too clearly if you ask me, sssssh. They were miniature versions of adults clothing a lot. They have been groomed and pepped to believe they are God's gift to the playground. Puke.



9. They stagnate. Unlike adult actors who once they have squeezed their talent dry turn their hand to directing or producing or talking about directing and producing, these children live off the glory of their limited output. Lazy fuckers.

10. They get round the issue of not having the right sort of person for other roles: I call to the stand black and white minstrels. Why can't they just get midget adults or baby-faced folk to play the child roles and make it illegal for under 18s to work in Hollywood? Would it really be that devastating?

Food for thought, my friends.

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Rage Against The (eco- friendly, solar-powered) Machine

10 reasons I hate hippies
There's some good bits and  its all nice ideas but...In (con)descending order...

10. Hippy Tattoos- Tribal Tatttos, or pseudo-ethnic crypto-messages 
9. Flip-flops- you live in a city,it's like having a neon sign for germs you pseudo surfer, it's not fucking Summer Bay.
8.Hemp 
7. Body Hair- I am a well versed and passionate feminist but shave your fucking armpits.
6. Recycling - I agree with it, I do it, but don't be hoity about it and presume we all know how; this is the reason i have a carrier bag in my handbag dedicated to "unconfirmed rubbish" that I deposit every day half a mile from work.  It makes me want to eat baby veal and drink unfair trade coffee out of a diamond cup whilst wearing mink.
5.Pan-pipes...
4.Poi (picutred below)
3.The Presumption everyone would love to talk to you- they don't
2. Mooncups-don't!  Just make some allowances.
1. Hummus- Everyday I'm force fed hummus,  I used to love it but chick peas must have rights against exploitation too, right?