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Friday, August 13
I HAVE OPINIONS, GODDAMN IT
I don't think I've been as annoyed by a television campaign as much as I am by the one for Eat Pray Love. It's full of the kind of pastel, fluffy wisdom that could give Deepak Chopra the juiciest boner ever. What I hate most about it is the whole "indulge yourself" circle jerk it tries to provoke from stupid women who think that giving up everything for a whole year is possible (for most people on an average salary, it absolutely isn't). If you really think about it, Eat Pray Love is sold like fucking yogurt (you know, like the ads where there's a super hot 40something with a great ass wearing nothing but her husband's white collar shirt, and she's dancing like a fucking moron by herself while stuffing her face with yogurt with her spoon upside down -- WHO EATS LIKE THAT?) It's stupid and I dislike Julia Roberts even more now. Eat Pray Love? Why not Eat Sleep Fuck? Trust me, that's something that WAY more people can relate to.
I HIGHLY doubt Dr. Dre uses an HP to produce music.
His "Beats" brand is the biggest scam in gadgetry since Monster cables.
Whenever I catch a DJ set, I always wonder: "What would happen if his laptop just crashed right now? The music would stop, right? Would we hear the Mac's welcome sound on this club's PA system when it reboots, too? That would be embarrassing!"
That would be embarrassing!