Hello,
As I've mentioned once or twice before embittered, old drunk Tanya Gold rips my knitting something awful. However this time she has managed to completely astonish me with her outburst of psychotic snobbery at beauty contests of all things.
I must confess I can't really get terribly worked up about them, I don't think they tell us much about women generally or even women who enter beauty contests. I just wish the contestants were a bit more honest and instead of wittering on about world peace would just fess up that they want to win so they can fuck the entire premier league. In fact anyone who gave an answer like that should win no matter what they look like.
Anyway I can only imagine Tanya has been reading the works of the Marquis de Sade and possibly Nuts. How else do you explain her desire to 'to strip them of their degrees - and their over-moisturised heads - and use them as battering rams. Or tampons. (I hereby patent the idea of using beauty queens with degrees as tampons'? That was after she described the contests themselves as 'slagfests'. Good Lord! I thought it was the dreaded 'male gaze' we were all meant to flee in terror from but the 'Gold gaze' is only slightly less sinister than waking up to find Peter Sutcliffe peering in your window.
Worst of all for me was her sneering at the contestants poor spelling -a consequence of the poor education they received which she utterly fails to realise means that entering beauty contests is one of the few means they have of making anything resembling decent money. Sorry I just find something rather distasteful about a spoiled, stuck up, whiny, self pitying little fuck pig sneering at disadvantaged folk making the best of a bad lot. Perhaps that's what really gets her goat. If the women she wants to behead had been born with her advantages and opportunities they'd be doing ten times better in life than her whereas if she's been born where they were she wouldn't even have beauty contests as an escape route. The more usual feminist view of women in beauty contests as victims is not one I share but it is, all things considered preferable to behead the slags.
I wouldn't mind but she's the first to whine if you 'speak viciously' about one of her cronies at The Guardian. Rude as I am about Bindel I have never wanted to shove her up my fanny. Not even once for a laugh. Still I wouldn't like to be in Tanya's shoes when Stephanie Crabtree finds out what she's been saying.
Cheerio
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2/11/2008
Poor Amy Winehouse
Hello,
I was rather amused to hear a drunk on the bus ranting about 'that junkie bastard that sings Valerie'. Can one sink any lower than being sneered at by unemployed drunks on the 41 bus of an afternoon?
Poor Amy Winehouse -may it comfort her to know some chirpy teenage girls sprang to her defence, upsetting the drunk who is apparently not a man used to being contradicted.
Elsewhere, learn how to make a ghost.
Cheerio
11/12/2007
In Defence of The Sweary Man!
Hello,
I love good swear. A good old eff and jeff. That isn't what makes me an idiot- doubtless some boffin will explain that mummy drank too much Carlsberg during pregnancy or sat on an infected toilet seat. Who knows, who cares? I get by and don't cause motorway pile ups. I've been known to recycle, go further in bed that a lot of women and be quite useful in my job. As eggs go I'm medium.
I have also been known to rush to the defence of folk I like, quite without warning. I expect there is a self help group somewhere for victims of Clairwil's kindness, may it comfort them to know I'm happy in my own way.
Anyway The poor old Devils Kitchen has been feeling the wrath of various folk, in particular the blogger I hate most and wish would die (not the author of the post who I'm indifferent to). I'm not naming him him -he'll only stick his tail in the air and pretend to be intellectual in comparison to my oaf. He isn't, he's a bore which isn't clever at all. I'm a fool and recognise a fellow fool with a reading list when I see one.
The thrust of the 'anti-devil' arguments is that he swears. Good Lord! Those of you bothered taking the broom out their arse during childhood may have noticed that swearing is rather commonplace. You may also have noticed that whilst it may, for some tastes, make less appealing reading but it does not make the points made wrong. The law of gravity is not rendered invalid by being called the cuntfucking, motherfucking bawbags law of gravity. Just a bit uglier, that's all. I imagine for The Devil being attacked by his detractors is rather like being assaulted by dust or accidentally biting a bit of cotton wool- that's how I'd feel in his shoes -slightly squeamish and mildly irritated.
Far be it for me the founder of the Scottish Idler's Guild to condemn laziness but isn't 'ohhh you said a sweary' a lazy argument? For the record I don't always agree with the with the Devil and his fellow libertarian bloggers but I do consider him and some of his fellow 'bloggertarians' at the very least a good laugh and always worth a read. I have developed a formula for disagreeing with folk for example The Devil says X but I say Y, the Devil reckons that B supports his argument but I reckon C destroys it and so on. At no point do I think to myself he said cunt therefore he's talking pish.
The sharp-eyed amongst you will have noted that I've ignored the main article and focused on the comments. All I can say in my defence is that I'm tired and the comments irked me more than the article. The vice of smuggery is a blight on British society as indeed is the self importance of certain bloggers. 99.9% of you are pub politicians- get a bloody grip. Honestly they'll be re-writing The Euston Manifesto next.
Cheerio
I love good swear. A good old eff and jeff. That isn't what makes me an idiot- doubtless some boffin will explain that mummy drank too much Carlsberg during pregnancy or sat on an infected toilet seat. Who knows, who cares? I get by and don't cause motorway pile ups. I've been known to recycle, go further in bed that a lot of women and be quite useful in my job. As eggs go I'm medium.
I have also been known to rush to the defence of folk I like, quite without warning. I expect there is a self help group somewhere for victims of Clairwil's kindness, may it comfort them to know I'm happy in my own way.
Anyway The poor old Devils Kitchen has been feeling the wrath of various folk, in particular the blogger I hate most and wish would die (not the author of the post who I'm indifferent to). I'm not naming him him -he'll only stick his tail in the air and pretend to be intellectual in comparison to my oaf. He isn't, he's a bore which isn't clever at all. I'm a fool and recognise a fellow fool with a reading list when I see one.
The thrust of the 'anti-devil' arguments is that he swears. Good Lord! Those of you bothered taking the broom out their arse during childhood may have noticed that swearing is rather commonplace. You may also have noticed that whilst it may, for some tastes, make less appealing reading but it does not make the points made wrong. The law of gravity is not rendered invalid by being called the cuntfucking, motherfucking bawbags law of gravity. Just a bit uglier, that's all. I imagine for The Devil being attacked by his detractors is rather like being assaulted by dust or accidentally biting a bit of cotton wool- that's how I'd feel in his shoes -slightly squeamish and mildly irritated.
Far be it for me the founder of the Scottish Idler's Guild to condemn laziness but isn't 'ohhh you said a sweary' a lazy argument? For the record I don't always agree with the with the Devil and his fellow libertarian bloggers but I do consider him and some of his fellow 'bloggertarians' at the very least a good laugh and always worth a read. I have developed a formula for disagreeing with folk for example The Devil says X but I say Y, the Devil reckons that B supports his argument but I reckon C destroys it and so on. At no point do I think to myself he said cunt therefore he's talking pish.
The sharp-eyed amongst you will have noted that I've ignored the main article and focused on the comments. All I can say in my defence is that I'm tired and the comments irked me more than the article. The vice of smuggery is a blight on British society as indeed is the self importance of certain bloggers. 99.9% of you are pub politicians- get a bloody grip. Honestly they'll be re-writing The Euston Manifesto next.
Cheerio
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