By Lex July 09, 2015 @ 8:40 AM
Two things happen at Fashion Week. Wealthy people on SSRI’s exchange absurdist level of details concerning clothes. And the small number of straight dudes in attendance wait for famous chicks to flash their nipples because nobody who is anybody who is getting paid to be in Paris is wearing undergarments. I spy Rita Ora. I’ve seen her nipples more than my last two girlfriends combined. One of them had three, so I’m referring to total viewings, not per nipple averages. She has the confidence of a young woman with nice breasts. You can see my tits? Why don’t you take a picture? It will last longer. I’m not being snarky, take a picture. I’ll show you how to upload it to Twitter and I’ll retweet it. My tits are fabulous. I made five million last year. You wear the bra, weirdo. This is fun.
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By Lex June 25, 2015 @ 8:57 AM
Rita Ora claims her confidence and bravado are too much for the men she dates and often sends them running. Who has she dated? Calvin Harris, the wonderfully coiffed electronica DJ and Rob Kardashian. I don’t know how to describe him. Not formidable. There remains the option of dating men who don’t reflexively curl up into a protective womb ball at the first hint of nanny’s perfume. It’s okay to date weak men, but you’re going to need to learn how to prop them up in public. You don’t point out that your guy is wearing girl knickers in front of others. You drop hints about how sore you are from his randy manliness while giving him the glance to let him know later on he’s cleaning out the lint traps with his junk in clamp. Ask Rob’s mom if you need more specific advice. Love alone is not enough. Nice tits.
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By Lex January 13, 2015 @ 10:41 AM
Nothing says my music is ass like just showing off your ass. Fuck, if you could sing through those things I’d download a song or too. The gross levels of sexualization of pop music is tremendous evolutionary step forward. Why can’t I fap to a little ass or a chick in a cheerleader outfit while girls struggling with their teen identities pay for the music? The objectification of women is only a problem when it’s not throwing off cash.
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By Lex December 26, 2014 @ 12:59 PM
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By Lex November 17, 2014 @ 10:07 AM
Every five to ten years, Bono and Gay Beethoven and Bob Geldof and whoever’s hot in the British pop music scene spend another few hours re-recording the exact same fucking song to cure the latest African hardship. It started thirty years ago with Band Aid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas?, an ensemble recording designed to heal Ethiopia of being one super crappy place to live. Fifty million radio plays later, Ethiopia is still a shit hole. For Band Aid 30, it’s Ebola. The boys from One Direction are determined to snuff it out. They changed ‘feed the world’ to ‘heal the world’ which is short for can somebody please fucking buy the Congo some indoor plumbing already. If Ebola was feeling perhaps a bit over-confident what with Obama offering it red carpet welcomes in the U.S, and the fact that half of Sierra Leone still sees diarrhea as a potable liquid, this new Band-Aid recording ought to send shivers down its viral spine. You’re done, Ebola. This song cured famine in sub-Saharan Sudan, turned Haiti into a thriving economic juggernaut, and it’s going to flush Ebola right down Santa’s crapper.
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By Lex September 08, 2014 @ 8:56 AM
Here’s something you don’t want to happen during the debut of your Adidas signature clothing line. Your relaxation wear pants split right down the ass line during your first deep knee bend. Rita Ora’s got a decent body. If your standard American or British woman dons those leggings, those seams aren’t making it past the first Shoney’s waffle breakfast. Rita’s Adidas clothing line is meant to capitalize on the trend of young female music stars wearing tracksuits perfectly constructed in laboratories to fit their freakishly modified body parts. As with all department store clothing lines, it will be used by less physically active women to hide their imperfections. In which case I’d highly recommend pants that don’t give the appearance that a cockroach is about to scurry into your rectum.
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