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I don't know whether to laugh or cry:
http://www.hollywood.com/news/detail/id/3467037
I think this is even more pathetic than Paris Hilton publishing her "memoirs", the fact that practically every woman in the city of New York is unceremoniously stuffing her jeans into her boots and looking like some country lass heroine out of a Danielle Steele novel (with a Brooklyn accent), and that people can actually agree to parade their complete inability to raise their own children on TV with a call to a modern day Mary Poppins to teach them how to actually do it.
Maybe good ole Vincie took that quiz on OKCupid recently about how Genghis Khan was able to disseminate his genes throughout something like 40% of people alive today through all his raping and pillaging. Vincie's just trying to go about it the enlightened way, that's all.
*feels the urge to go stab something with her spork*
"Glass of water for Ms. Kaerra!?" "Glass of water for Ms. Kaerra."
On second thought, maybe this is the only way Vincie thinks he can get any income this year. Kind of like that whole haute couture name-brand psychology thing--if a jeanskirt from Chloe costs $450, then obviously it must be good quality, because high price always means high quality. Therefore, that overpriced piece of denim (probably sewn by some overworked, underpaid young mother in Sri Lanka) is clearly something we should all buy immediately, wear with some obscenely frumpy and lacy blouse that would probably be a castoff for an Edwardian street hawker, but is like, so totally BoHo, just so the world can see how completely hip and cool we are. The fact that Vincent Gallo has to advertise his sperm in order to get anyone to pay any attention to it is clear evidence that, like just about everything in our overly materialistic and self-entitled "fashionable" culture, life can often be one big fucking joke. Hopefully, the joke's on him.
http://www.hollywood.com/news/detail/id/3467037
I think this is even more pathetic than Paris Hilton publishing her "memoirs", the fact that practically every woman in the city of New York is unceremoniously stuffing her jeans into her boots and looking like some country lass heroine out of a Danielle Steele novel (with a Brooklyn accent), and that people can actually agree to parade their complete inability to raise their own children on TV with a call to a modern day Mary Poppins to teach them how to actually do it.
Maybe good ole Vincie took that quiz on OKCupid recently about how Genghis Khan was able to disseminate his genes throughout something like 40% of people alive today through all his raping and pillaging. Vincie's just trying to go about it the enlightened way, that's all.
*feels the urge to go stab something with her spork*
"Glass of water for Ms. Kaerra!?" "Glass of water for Ms. Kaerra."
On second thought, maybe this is the only way Vincie thinks he can get any income this year. Kind of like that whole haute couture name-brand psychology thing--if a jeanskirt from Chloe costs $450, then obviously it must be good quality, because high price always means high quality. Therefore, that overpriced piece of denim (probably sewn by some overworked, underpaid young mother in Sri Lanka) is clearly something we should all buy immediately, wear with some obscenely frumpy and lacy blouse that would probably be a castoff for an Edwardian street hawker, but is like, so totally BoHo, just so the world can see how completely hip and cool we are. The fact that Vincent Gallo has to advertise his sperm in order to get anyone to pay any attention to it is clear evidence that, like just about everything in our overly materialistic and self-entitled "fashionable" culture, life can often be one big fucking joke. Hopefully, the joke's on him.