One weekend of celebutards prancing around Coachella in costumes from Hair was apparently not enough. The second weekend proved to be just as hideous and upsetting as the first.
The outfit that really got my attention was this one:
Emma Roberts, WTF? Why perfectly attractive women insist on shoving themselves into unflattering, ill fitting and just plain puzzling outfits like these is a fucking mystery to me. First off, the whole unbuttoned jean short thing hasn’t been cool since bitches were doing it while dry humping Eric Nies on MTV’s The Grind back in the 90’s. (I just dated myself pretty bad there since I’m reasonably sure that I’m the only one old enough to remember The Grind…and how badly I wanted to be on it.) Second, that top looks like an old tourist shirt from Hawaii that she put through a paper shredder, made sure it was two sizes too small and then squeezed into in the hopes that it would look like an upset cockring around her middle.
Also, her friend’s vagina is starving. It’s eating those shorts like a pancake breakfast.
Why stop at one puke worthy outfit? She goes for the gold in several more.
That one wouldn’t be so bad. If it fit her at all. It looks like a maternity jumper that is now deflated because she gave birth.
Of course, there were other assholes on parade. And I want to slap all of them.
You’re orange. That is all.
You are not amish. That is all.
P.S. You’re in the desert.
I have no words. Except….Minnie Mouse is going to a funeral but is too lazy to change out of her slippers.
Another case of hungry vagina.
P.S. Girl eating watermelon, you are awesome.
Okay, I’m done. I can’t wait for the Oscars so I can spew my hate all over that shit. By hate I mean my absolute bitterness that no one is paying me to put on a $25,000 dress and drunk walk down the red carpet.