What Women Want is a Punch in the Face
All this mock outrage over Mel Gibson really pisses me off. Nobody cares about that woman he beat, What’s-Her-Face McTeethmissing. Sure, the whole damn thing is a tragic case of a rich asshole succeeding in spite of what we’d like to believe about success’s prerequisites, but there’s nothing everyday people can do about it other than whine. Since whining is useless, why bother?
Note for ironic hipsters: movie posters for Mel Gibson’s What Women Want should be at the top of your shopping list. Hell, maybe that movie came true while Mel was in the bathtub, only the women’s thoughts never went away and he got so sick of his wife/girlfriend/whatever’s prattish mental mumblings that he went postal. But I bet you never thought of that, since you were already taking HER side.
Isn’t that insensitive? You should take my comments out of context and link to how much of an ass I am, because then I’ll get more hits. Then, maybe my ad revenue will spike. That’s how this stuff works. Think of all the assholes that are making a ton of money by gossiping about this crap. They’re not pissed. They’re thrilled. Look at the bottom of the article I linked at the top paragraph: you’ll find the author hawking her celebrity life-mining book right there. So before you send this article to someone else or discuss it with someone, stop and think: what am I accomplishing here, and whom is it benefitting?
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