I honestly feel like blogger these days is practically bubbling over with this type of fashion douche. I'm not talking about legitimate fashion blogs written by people with taste and actual experience and cogency in the fashion industry. I'm talking about the bitch who took one sewing class and considers the fact that she can buy as much shit as she wants with her daddy's credit card a good enough qualification to call herself a fashion designer. They all are "aspiring stylists" who might say they work in "The Industry". I'm sorry, I didn't know that working at your local Urban Outfitters makes you the next Anna Wintour.
They like to speak in "Franglish", using a few phrases that they looked up in a translating dictionary and saying them over and over again. As someone who has studied French since I was 8 years old, this is not only insulting, but it's rather baffling that they think no one can see through their bullshit.
What irks me the most is their followers. They eat up their hideous sense of fashion for breakfast. This, in turn feeds their ever growing egos even further. As if taking pictures of yourself every day with the ten-second timer on your crappy camera and thinking the world cares wasn't a big enough red flag on your narcissistic tendencies. Stop pretending you're in a photo shoot, you're neighbors must think you're crazy.
I don't understand how these people have so much free time on their hands. In that sense, I'm jealous. I guess life is just one big bowl of ice cream when your only job is to fall deeper and deeper in love with yourself while you take pictures of the outfits that you bought with your parent's money. And hey, who wouldn't want it to be that easy? But please, stop acting like what you do is changing the world. There are 2 million other girls just like you online, all of whom think they're just as special as you do.
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