I’m sorry I just don’t get some people. I really don’t understand what it is about them that makes them just so darn popular and gives them prime position in every women’s magazine on the planet.For instance Robert Pattinson. When I see that boy my first reaction is not a surge of hormones to the groin. No, I just want to give that boy a bath. With me fully clothed. I want to wash his hair and give him a good scrubbing with a long handled brush.
I would of course be wearing rubber gloves because frankly I just wouldn’t want to touch him. Then I would get a big can of deodorant and give him a jolly good spray. And then I’d try to run a comb through his hair, though that might be too much of a challenge.
Now Taylor Lautner–well him I get. He is a very fine specimen of manhood. Unlike Robert Pattinson I would like to get in a bath with him, not fully clothed and definitely sans rubber gloves. (That sounds a bit creepy I know, but no creepier than say Madonna and Jesus and I don’t mean the Holy Family).
Kristen Stewart I don’t get. What’s that girl got to be so cross about? Would it kill her to smile just once in while. She’s probably one of the most recognised faces in the world and all she gives us is thunderclouds. Would it kill her to see a stylist or even a hairdresser for that matter.
But enough of the Twilight actor bashing.
English woman Jordan, I don’t get either. She looks like she fell into a bucket of orangeade. She wears very trashy clothes, has enormous fake boobs that go up and down in size according to her most recent whim, and still girls want to look like her. They even have a posse name–Jordanistas. How’s that for a role model?
As I’ve said before Kate Moss is one who is a real mystery to me. She looks like she should be working behind the counter of Macdonalds, yet most women nominate her as their style icon.
Nicole Ritchie. What’s she all about and when did she evolve into a style guru? First I knew of her she was Paris Hilton’s crass, fat friend off The Simple Life. It’s amazing what a bout of anorexia, a couple of kids and a rock star boyfriend can do for your image. That all said, her fashion ranges are really great so maybe I am starting to get her.
I don’t get Chuck Bass off Gossip Girl. He dresses like a dweeb which proves money can’t buy taste. He wears cravats for heavens sake. He does that smouldering dark eyed look at key dramatic moments and he talks in that low voice that forces me to turn up the volume of the TV every time he’s on. Quite frankly I’m not really that concerned that he is laying in a back alley after being shot in last season’s finale.
And while we’re at it how do those GG characters, who by my calculation are about 19, get to drink publicly in a country where the legal drinking age is 21–I lay awake at night puzzling over that one.
So who don’t you get? And if anyone can explain the big attraction to any of the above I’d be forever grateful. Image
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I think Robert Pattinson’s fame might be more about his Twilight character than him. People really think he’s Edward. But you’re showing yourself to be a member of Team Jacob from this post! You might be a Twihard. LOL.
[...] “I found poems my husband had written in his journal about how I had fallen for a ‘golden-eyed vampire,’ ” says Johnson, a 31-year-old accountant Arizona, who became so enthralled by novels and movies that she found herself staying up all night, re-reading juicy chapters and chatting about casting news and the are-they-or-aren’t-they romance between the stars of the films, Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson. [...]