Bet that title got some people eager to share my pain….lol
Fat jibes drove me to drugs, reads the bold headline of a red top newspaper gossip column today.
‘Is it any wonder that Keane front man Tom Chaplin had a battle with drugs after the cruel jibes from other bands?’
Laughably, on the opposite page is a full length photo of the lovely Drew Barrymore entitled ‘Drewpy Bits’
You’ve guessed it..she has cellulite and that astounding fact means that we need to be shown it magnified in its half-page glory.
I wonder if she takes drugs - or feels the need now to do so.
The irony of these two stories run side by kissing side seems lost to this paper. This paper of the people.
In the last year we have seen the shredding of Jade Goody’s career. Named and shamed as a play ground bully.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not sad that I am unlikely to share an interviewer’s couch with her again in the near future, but if I were her I would have felt very confused - being rounded on with such great enthusiasm that you could almost smell the little sprays of wee coming out of the circling pack’s urethras’.
In the same columns we read stories of lonely children, their confidence shattered by humiliations, jeering and name-calling. Whose educations have been curtailed, and in some tragic cases, whose lives have been lost one way or another. We read their stories and we cry hot tears. Stamp out this bullying. Join us.
Kill the nasty fuckers!
What is happening to our young people? ponders one writer as the camera closes in on some broken hearted family.
Turn to the supplement, or not even that far and we can regularly read ‘Sorry love. You’re a mess!’
A happy girl has her picture taken on her big night out, and there she finds herself the next day marked as one big ugly zero.
This girl has been sweating, the freak.
This girl has worn the same shoes twice, the slut.
This girl has been dumped, the sad old loser.
Look at the babe now she is 60. Rip her to shreds.
Fat, fat…oh glorious god thank you! She is fat.
It turns my stomach . The hideous glee that we are being encouraged to feel in the shaming of another human being. A human being. A human being.
And when that writer is a woman it sears my heart two fold. Oh the mindless misogyny from our very sex.