It’s time for another episode of Just Stop! The feature where I pick out things that I personally don’t like, try to convince everyone that they shouldn’t like them either, and then act like it’s in the public interest to have them removed. It’s a system of operating I borrowed from Wendy Francis.
In the first instalment of Just Stop, I concentrated on just one thing. But I’ve expanded this time, and have many things. Let the vitriol commence!
THINGS THAT SHOULD JUST STOP
Skinny Jeans for Men
I don’t like these for three reasons. The first one is WHERE DO YOU PUT YOUR PHONE, KEYS AND WALLET?
I can’t even tell if that’s a man or a woman. Well, it’ll definitely be a woman after a few hours in those things. Anyway. The second reason I hate skinny jeans is even if I did want to wear them, I couldn’t. Because I have big, muscular legs. I don’t know why—the rest of my body is a shambles, and the last decent leg-related exercise I did was in 1995—but I do. As a result, I couldn’t even get my calves down the leg of a pair of skinny jeans, let alone the insanity of trying to get whole quadriceps down there. I’d look like I was gadding about on two wobbly stacks of denim haggis.
The third reason I hate them is because if skinny men’s jeans are in fashion, then it stands to reason that skinny men’s legs are also in fashion. Which means I’m out of fashion. Again.
Taylor Swift
It’s not like she’s the first sickeningly sweet teen star we’ve ever had. She’s not even the most nauseating of all the cloyingly pure, Mouseketeeresque, flawless beacons of teenage innocence we’ve had cluttering up our TV shows, our cinemas and our music charts since the days of Cindy Brady. It’s just that she’s by far the most believable. And that sucks the fun right out of it.
We get fascinated with these kids because we’re secretly hoping they’ll end up like Lindsay Lohan. Or, at the very least, be a wild screeching diva. The best part about Hilary Duff was imagining her dropping the F-bomb and slapping an assistant for not having the lid taken off her sparkling water bottle in time. The only reason the mere mention of Miley Cyrus doesn’t make me vomit for hours is because I just imagine her being a complete tyrant at home; reducing her manly, mullet-wielding father to tears almost daily. I only found out who Selena Gomez was a week ago, but I’ve already constructed elaborate scenarios in my head where she’s the embodiment of evil: snorting coke of a hooker’s ass, punching a kitten in the face and not turning off the light when she leaves a room all at the same time. It makes their saccharine nature easier to take.
But Taylor Swift? She’s so fucking NICE. Nice nicey nice pants. I can’t stand it:
Besides, there’s only room in my heart for one adorable sweetheart. And Taylor Swift is nice and all, (and I’mma let her finish), but Anne Hathaway is the most adorable sweetheart of all time. OF ALL TIME.
The Word ‘Glamazon’
Why must Jennifer Hawkins always be referred to as a ‘Glamazon’ in news headlines? Is it because she doesn’t have a real job? Probably. But is ‘glamazon’ the best we can come up with? She’s “glamorous”, and “Amazon” women were tall. That’s it? Really? Sofia Vergara has big teeth and is quite thin; does that mean we have to start calling her a Teethiopian? Come on journalists, let’s leave the portmanteaus to the amateurs. Like myself. (As an amateur with Anglo-Saxon heritage, I will henceforth be known as an Amateuropean.)
Julia Roberts Looking Bored All The Time
What’s wrong, Julia?
This is how you have looked in almost every photo since 2002. You look so perturbed. So distant. Yes, it is disappointing that you decided to be in Eat, Pray, Love but we’ve put that behind us now. Come back to us! We love you! Julia? Are you there? Hello? Oh, Julia. We miss you so much. Where’s the raucous laughter? The wild hair? The smile that starts at the mouth, lights up the eyes, and makes your whole face shine with a raw joy that Tyra “Smize” Banks could only ever dream of?
Oh. Wait. You’re not perturbed. You don’t even notice we’re here. You’re totally just counting your piles and piles of money in your head right now, aren’t you?
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