Love them or hate them, they are what makes the paparazzi money and gives you something to read on the can.
Rachael Ray. Don’t even get me started on this one. From her obnoxiously Fran Drescher-like voice, a Fran Drescher who has smoked cigarettes from the first day out of the womb, to her unnecessary abbreviations like “sammies” for sandwiches. These abbreviations have affectionately been dubbed “Ray-isms”. I still eat the 30 minute meals my mother makes from the recipes she gets from her, but with a sour taste of hatred and disgust on the side.
Kate & Jon Gosselin. Gracing the continental U.S. with their ever-present photos on the cover of every tabloid in your supermarket or local Quik-E Mart, these two has-beens are a divorce lawyer’s dream. But you have to admit, these two produced Aaden (a personal favorite) and the other seven little devils angels. Just hoping that the apples don’t fall from the dysfunctional tree.
Lindsay Lohan. Talk about a train wreck. Are you a lesbian or barsexual (just looking for that male attention because you kiss girls when you’re drunk)? Are you team Dina or team Daddy Lohan? How many more trips to Betty Ford will you make before your 40th birthday? Whatever happened to that sweet little Haley Parker from Napa California? I think Aubrey from I Know Who Killed Me ate her.
Miley Cyrus. Shoot me know when I hear some screaming pre-pubescent girls saying they want to be like Miley (stripper pole or no stripper pole). But, I have to shamelessly admit, I have been caught singing Party in the U.S.A. to myself while walking across campus…and nodding my head (like yeah) and moving my hips (like yeah).
Heidi Montag & Spencer Pratt. These two media whores have been made “popular” over doing nothing. They are “stars” of a crappy not-scripted reality show on MTV and couldn’t even make it through the jungle without hospitalization or finding a new religion. The combination of both personalities of stupidity and arrogance make them a monster couple, perfect for the tabloids.
Kanye West. This obnoxiously, overrated (c)rapper stepped over the line for me when he interrupted sweet little Taylor Swift. His big mouth has gotten him into trouble once more. The pretentious ass called himself the closest thing Hip Hop has to God. No, not so much.
Jennifer Aniston. I was never a Friends person. But she seems to play the same character in every movie, none of which I like/own. She has made headlines of late because of her failed relationships with noted stars like Vince Vaughn, John Mayer and let’s not forget Brad Pitt. She has a very beautiful outside, just her personality seems blahhh. Que aburrida.
Paris Hilton. I’ll admit I am hooked on finding Paris a new BFF every other season. But enough is enough with the foo foo outfits and super high pitched voice. I don’t need to see your crotch hanging out of any $500 designer dress and million dollar Mazarati. The catch phrase “that’s hot” is growing old and spider webs on it. And I doubt anyone actually followed the Simple Life. But, Hey! Your perfume smells nice!
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