Today’s post is definitely a direct result of #PeriodProblems that I published on Monday. I’ve passed the threshold of walking with my body at a 45 degree angle to help with cramps and have moved into the, “bitchier and hungrier than usual” phase which will take me through to next week.
Ever see something in the news, on social media and just think, “NOPE!” ?
Me too. All the time.
Here’s what has me shaking my head this week…
People who’ve been married for over a year and are still posting their wedding photos…
The only person who cares to see more photos of your wedding are you and your mom. That’s it. Maybe your Mother-in-Law if she likes you.
Don’t get me wrong, I love weddings and I follow a shit ton of wedding vendors and photographers on Instagram, but if it’s been 3 years and you’re still putting up a profile pic or a TBT to your wedding like it was yesterday, you’re being judged.
By me, God, and probably everyone at Style Me Pretty.
If you want a nice picture, you’re going to to have to wait for someone else’s wedding and get dressed up and snap a photo like the rest of us. Let it go. Your time is up.
Rob Kardashian’s Snapchat handle @robphuckedme…
Really? Reaaaally. What’s happened to you. What are you doing to yourself. You went from the lovable little brother of the Kardashian fam, to the little brother of a friend who I would be afraid to run into in the kitchen at night during a sleepover.
Get it together, man. Stop being weird.
You literally have every opportunity to succeed in front of you and instead you’re being someone people report on Tinder.
Guys who complain that they’re, “Too nice to get a girlfriend…”
Instead of riding the pity train with you, I’m going to throw you under it, Anna Karenina.
I spend all day listening to my male coworkers complain that, “Girls only like assholes and nice guys like us finish last.” Wrong. You’re finishing last because you’re thinking you’re morally superior to your male brethren whilst simultaneously being a dick to the girls that are actually interested in you. There’s someone for everyone. You’re not immune to heartbreak just because your Mom said you were a “good boy.” Pull up your big boy pants, take a hard look at yourself in the mirror and go forth into the battlefield with a different mindset.
If you’re having a hard time figuring out what’s actually wrong with you, come to my cubicle and I’ll tell you.
People who say Grease: Live! was bad…
Grease: Live was fantastic.
Was it better than the movie? No.
Was it well done for being a television production 38 years after the movie was released? Yes.
We get it, you loved the movie. We all loved the movie. We all loved when John Travolta was hot and possibly straight. You know what I love more? A new generation of kids being introduced to Grease.
Sure, the kids didn’t get to learn that Grease Lightnin’ was a real pussywagon, but still. They’re going to learn the songs and want to watch the movie because they thought the live production was cool shit.
So you have two options: Either singalong or bite the weenie, Rizz!