so i was going to start a thread in which i got angry and ranted about it.
but then i stopped. and i thought. and i took a breath.
because more often than not, when i post stuff like this on here, it would appear i'm being more petty prick than rightfully righteous despiser.
so i thought we could work through the article together, and then perhaps come to an overall decision on whether i was right to get so angry....or if, indeed, i'm just wallowing in a bitter puddle and should go and eat some rainbows or something.
(i would re-post it, but that CROOK MURDOCH, makes us pay for all online content, so you will have to bear with my impressionistic review)
it came in the Sunday Times Style supplement. now, this was the first thing to make me stop and think about my hate. because, namely....what the fuck did i expect from the ST Style supplement? i was a fool to venture there in the first place, so i only have myself to blame.
'the kids are all right: meet generation next: cool, young, talanted and destined for stardom'
not brilliant so far, but not awful in itself. i can dig a look at some of the best up and coming actors, musicians, artists, etc that we have to offer.
then it really begins. apparently this piece is in aid of the fact that they're all friends and have all been signed to a special model agency roster for 'presenters, photographers, stylists', etc etc
and so the gang....
(Cara Delevigne, Genevieve Garner, Jazzy De Lisser et al....all 16-20)
gives us their pearls...
'as a career, modelling is a bad move, because it doesn't last......personality is just as important now'
that's true. personality IS important these days.
'i like doing a lot of things....it makes you more interesting'
'i didn't see the point of school, so i left'
'when i was 17, i skipped london and went straight from home in the midlands to new york'
'i'm going to do a ski season in argentina. i want to go to LA for a while and check it out, and new york. and work in my dad's vineyard in Tuscany and get my french better'
'i love the 1960s and hippies and woodstock.i wish i could've been there'
no you don't love. i'm afraid those sun-blushed prints that topshop have in their window recreating the summer of love to peddle their latest wares, don't come close to resembling to selfish, insidious, dirty cesspit that you would've found at most of ol' woodstock. rather than skimp around with your gals in pretty dresses with flowers in your hair, i'd wager that a 39 year-old deviant from Ohio called Jonah, bearded to his bare bollocks, would've spent the whole time trying to capture your breasts for his far-out 'pretty things ' satchel, owing to the fistfull of LSD he had just bunged up his anus.
you get the vibe. they're all beautiful, they're all confident, they're all set up to do whatever they want.
so, my bad side was thinking...
YOU BORING DOUBLE-BARRELLED CUNTS, ONLY WHERE YOU ARE BECAUSE OF DADDY'S CONTACTS, NOT AN INTERESTING THING TO SAY BETWEEN YOU, WHY ARE YOU ON THIS PIECE OF PAPER, IT'S A SELF-PERPETUATING NIGHTMARE WHERE IF ENOUGH PEOPLE TELL PEOPLE THESE ARE INTERESTING TALENTED PEOPLE TO WATCH, OTHERS MIGHT ACTUALLY THINK THEY'RE INTERESTING AND TALENTED, IT'S SO FUCKING EASY TO LOOK COOL AND ATTRACTIVE AND FAR OUT, BUT IF SOMEONE PUSHED YOU, COULD YOU REALLY TELL THEM WHERE YOU STOOD, NOT AN OUNCE OF WIT OR HUMOUR BETWEEN THE LOT OF YOU, THE ENTIRE THING AND EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FUCKING WORTHLESS AND BANKRUPT.
but then....i also though.
it's not their fault mum and dad gave them a foot-up in the industry and life. it's what most parents would do. my parents certainly helped me financially where they could with uni. is this any different? and maybe these kids really do have something to day. i haven't even seen their work to judge it. equally, i've never met these youngsters. they could all be perfectly charming and affable for all i know. how can one gleam an entire personality from these tiny snippets of conversation.
so yeah. that's where i am. i'm trying to grow as a person here. the new michael want's to know how you feel about these kids. in the past, i might've made a snap judgement and decided that they all deserve a red-hot poker in the arse hole. but now maybe i should just relax and let it slide.
what do you think?
the only thing i do know....it's certainly getting riskier skimming through the STYLE magazine looking for appropriate material to masturbate over.