Show of hands: Who here has ever said something negative about someone you know, or don't for that matter, behind their back?
That's what I thought.
Whether it was a "Good God her Crocs look stupid with that hideous blouse!" Or even a "Did you hear who Maggie totally blew at last night's anything-goes-but-clothes party??" Shit happens and then it becomes public fodder for anyone around.
It's human nature my friends so get over it.
In a never ending loop of shit talking amongst, every one I know, all I can think is how hypocritical can we all be? People bitch and moan about people bitching and moaning. Even I am complaining about people complaining. It's a vicious cycle that has no end in sight and I personally have come to terms with it. We all should.
How do you think US Weekly, Cosmo or The Enquirer sell so many copies? "Who wore it better?" articles splatter Paris Hilton in a tiny spandex-sequinced dress next to Bette Midler in the same, less than flattering ensemble. Who the fuck do you think wore it better? And that's the point! We love to hate on each other.
Lindsay Lohan looked like a complete crack whore at Dulce last night.
Britney has lost all hope and should pack up her beer belly and move on.
Zac Efron looks like a woman in those skinny jeans, flip flops and lip gloss.
These are all very enticing conversation topics that we crave to dish on. These titillating gossipy tidbits are not just reserved for the Hollywood elite but also apply to your fame-free friends. We need to let out our aggressions about people in a stab-in-the-back-with-a-butter-knife sort of way. A little "I fucking hate that skank!" now and then saves us all from ugly confrontations with the less than classy females that we deep down love. It may sound unhealthy, but is bottling up small instances of "you're so annoying" or "God I hate how retarded you are sometimes"? Only to let it out at a less than opportune time in a much more explosive, foaming at the mouth kind of way? I think not.
Everyone is fair game in this world of bitch-ery. I'm going to talk about you and your flaws and you will inevitably talk about mine. You get smashed and sleep with strangers and I spend way too much time with my bf and whine a lot. Potato, potato (you get what I mean).
Maybe I'm just insensitive to people's feeling and blah blah blah...or maybe I am just realistic. I don't feel like fighting the unavoidable and I am sick as fuck of listening to everyone's holier than thou bullshit. The only way we can play nice, is to not be once in a while. Otherwise, we would all be a ticking time bomb of angry one liners that should have been released to a friend over drinks at the first spark.
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