The advert for Geordie Shore makes me feel ill. That repulsive woman who’s in love with herself and her own tits, dressed-up and made-up like an underachieving Barbie Doll, absolutely obsessed with receiving attention from men who are guided by their cocks and possess all the intellect of their cocks. Which I suppose is quite convenient for them, if the only women who are chasing them are walking cabbages who are guided by their insolent vaginas.
I don’t know what annoys me more about shows like this (The Only Way Is Essex being the other shining example); the arrogance of the people who feature in it (I refrain from calling them “stars”), or the fact that their worthless, unfulfilling lives have suddenly became aspirational television. These vain, shallow, worthless people wander about life being arrogant pricks and it’s a selling point. I suppose this proves my not-so-groundbreaking discovery of a few years ago that in today‘s standards, arrogance can literally make up for any bad personality trait you possess, and arrogance stopped being a bad personality trait a long, long time ago. Why? I have no idea. It’s harmful and infuriating.
I’m not going to plead with the citizens of Britain to open their eyes. That’s the last thing they want to do, the fucking morons. But when society collapses in a few short years, your impending downfall will be made all the more sweeter when you realise you haven’t embraced any of life’s truly rewarding qualities; you’ve never loved, you’ve never achieved, all you’ve ever done is got your tits out and pretending to be in love with yourself in a desperate attempt to get laid. But you’re just an insecure little human inside aren’t you, begging for acceptance and attention within society. Aww, bless you. You fucking idiot.
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