But, his writing is just dreadful. Was it better at one time or something?

Why is this writer still employed?

His writing makes me want to stab myself in the eyes. How in the merry mother of fuck does this man get work?

The only people I know who ever read VF on a regular basis are women and gay men. It’s weird that their celebrity profiles read like something from 1960s Playboy.

He is a TERRIBLE writer. Seriously, absolutely awful. It is not pleasurable or interesting to read at all. How the hell he keeps getting published, I really do not know. It is just pure and utter bollocks!

And for sex-words usually reserved for zoo animals.

This guy just submits all his work in his own cum, right? And his editors have to read it with a blacklight?

In describing how much she resembles her dad Jon Voight, he notes, “It’s disconcerting to recognize the face of an aging man on a beautiful woman.”

So she’s short.

Women are just objects of writers affection

......I’ll just go and scrubb this newfound discomfort off my skin.

The writer has a hard on for Brad Pitt.

Wow, I rolled my eyes so hard at all his weird, gross, patronizing blathering that I’ve lost track of them. I think they’re around the corner having a coffee. I need to buy those things a cell phone. Idek how I’m typing this.

This guy likes hyperbole because he uses it so much. It seems he can't write about a beautiful woman without using boner lens.

impregnated by Brad Pitt, which is like being impregnated by a future man or a star child

I’m really intrigued by the “what was she wearing who knows I can barely remember!!” trope. Like its def what you said, a performative attraction thing, that they’re so bowled over by beauty the background details fade, but it also seems totally about masculinity, too. “I dunno about fashion stuff but her face and…

I hate this guy.

My mom finally saw that video on the news and lost it when that woman’s daughter was trying to console her handcuffed mother in the back of a police car.

I think you missed her point, which is that a large number of people do not have outrage for both.

I say at my desk and cried for a man I didn’t know, but it turns out I went to high school with.