Loading ...Did anyone see the blurb about the near-farce that took place amidst the Princess Diana inquest? When the jurors and other related judiciary were walking around the Ritz area in Paris, trying to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding the Royal’s death when there was an entirely unrelated commotion, thanks to the presence of one Victoria Beckham. Apparently, she exited front row centre and proceeded to calmly get on with her busy life. Tabloids the next day sported ridiculous headlines such as this: Victoria Beckham upstages Diana – I mean, how idiotic can one get to formulate a sentence like that?
Now, I do not think this was a woman going about her business and was just there by accident. Even someone as thick as a ‘Spice Girl’ would know that something serious is going on in the Ritz area and if this woman chose to show her mug there, then it was nothing but design. After all, what better way to get a few vital column inches than show up at a place where you know for sure the press would be about? Isn’t that the very reason behind her living?
I will admit to not being a Spice girl fan. They made me gag then – and now, to see grown women of whatever age parading under the name ‘Baby’ and ‘Scary’ and ‘Ginger’, shouting ‘ha-see-kha’ or whatever nonsense they are going to spout this time around, is scaling new heights of ridiculousness. I mean, none of them could hold a tune in a bucket. Least of all Victoria, who was always given the least lines to sing and just hung about in the background, wafting in the breeze. They took ‘manufactured’ to a new level. And girl power, my ass! They single-handedly (okay – five-handedly) brought feminism down and all it stood for to a cheap and cheesy level.
And now, they are coming back!
Why does it bother me this much? Why should I care if a bunch of plastic non-hags are going to be making millions for themselves and everyone else in their marketing circle? Well, unless I choose to retreat to a little known cave halfway up the Himalayas for the next decade, I will not be able to miss the oncoming invasion and the thought of being subject to pukey songs like ‘Wannabe’ and ‘Mama’ (blech!) is more than my little heart can bear. It was bad enough to watch Vic’s beaky face sticking out of every stray photo and TV shot; no one cheered louder when her hubby won the deal with L.A.Galaxy – at least she would be on the other side of the pond, I thought so naively. Now, she’s back – along with the rest of them!
Help.
Everything about them sets my teeth on an edge. If I hate the whole Spice Girls band and all their airheadedness, then compared to what I feel for Victoria Beckham, then the rest are my bosom buddies and my life would not be complete without being at their feet all day, every day. There is something about the permanently pouted mouth and the reedy body and above all, the insatiable desire to be ‘famous’ that puts me off her. Why can’t people like her, Jade Goody etc get off their backsides and actually do proper work, instead of making a career out of being a ‘celebrity’? What has the society come to when we have ‘professional celebrities’ such as these? I still remember Jade bleating to a tabloid, post Celebrity Big Brother race row: “I don’t want to keep appearing on the front cover of magazines, but I’ve got to keep a roof over my head”. Well, you and the rest of humanity! Only, we actually try to work for it, rather than relying on being tabloid fodder to bring in the moolah.
As a mere mortal, I cannot understand what would make people *want* to be famous; famous and nothing else. But apparently, it is the drug that keeps such people going. I found this article by Wendy on SnarkyGossip highly amusing. ’Posh’ is going to have her own show in America. Even we weren’t subjected to that! Good luck to them poor souls, I say.
Anyone has any ideas on how to get kooks like her off public eye for good? Send her to Mars? Too close. Expedition to Jurassic Park? Nah, Maneka Gandhi would protest – cruelty to dinosaurs and all that. How about singing lessons? Maybe that will nix her proper! Oh and while we are at it, can we chuck the other four ninnies along as well – I’ll even throw Jade Goody as a freebie. Just lock them all up and melt the key.
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Is it just me or are the Brit skanks skankier than the American ones? I see Jodie Marsh, I see Jordan and her orange husband.
Isn’t the orange hubby Greek or part-way so? Too right about the skanky bit though – between Jodie Marsh, Jordan and Jade (the J-brigade?), skankism is at a lofty peak.
welcome back, buddy! missed ya!
Missed ya too!
Jade Goody! How could I forget her?! I dont know about the greek thing but its Peter Andre and he had some sort of a singing career in the 90s. i thought he had something to do with indonesia for some reason. i’m probably getting him mixed up with some julio iglesias spawn.
Yeah Peter Andre is half Greek or sumthing – the Andre bit. And there’s some Ozzie blood in him too, methinks. Cant imagine I used to dig ‘Mysterious Girl’. Oh my eye!