It is sad that Alexander McQueen took his own life, says Telegraph religion editor/Anglican priest George Pitcher. But there's something he thinks that we're ignoring while we focus on the tragedy of a man at the top of his field who could not overcome whatever sadness he found too painful to cope with: The fashion industry is bad, bad, bad. In fact, it's
one of the least attractive legal activities on earth, populated by weirdo artists, freakish PRs and emaciated and mentally disordered models. To be even tangentially exposed to it is to enter a world of phoneys and airheads, mutually massaging the pointlessness of each other's professional existence, self-regarding to a degree that would make Narcissus blush, committed only to ripping off a market made docile by cocaine, champagne and the odd canapé. Fashion is a chimera of a real industry, the absence of which would harm no one other than its self-serving catamites and courtesans. It is a disgusting place to make a living.He adds, "I just thought I'd make that clear, because nobody else seems to have done so over the past couple of days." Okay!
Because, man, organized religion, full of saints these days.
Fuck you, Pitcher.
Ouch. Way harsh, Tai. You could make an argument that just about every industry includes Pitcher's hated qualities to some degree or other.
I wonder which industry employs and caters to the most sexual predators, Fashion or Religion? I guess there is just no way to find out.
one of the least attractive legal activities on earth, populated by weirdo masochists, freaks and lonely and mentally disordered men. To be even tangentially exposed to it is to enter a world of phoneys and airheads, mutually massaging the pointlessness of each other's philosophical existence (and the occasional young boy), self-regarding to a degree that makes free-thinking humans blush, committed only to manipulating a market made docile by false hope and hockey fairy-tales of life after death. Religion is a chimera of real thought and reason, the absence of which would harm no one other than its self-serving catamites and courtesans. It is a disgusting place to make a living.
Swoosh!
Somebody can't pull off a plunging neckline.
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Amen. And fuck the Anglicans.
Shutup, Mom Jeans.
Lay off the catamites, dude.
Without My Catamites, how would I know what to wear?
Maybe the pope should think about that the next time he puts on some (forgive the pun) gaudy robe with that sexy hat! Oh I gotsta get me some of that!
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"Self-serving catamites" sounds pretty damn kinky. All that plus freaks, airheads, crazy models, kickass clothes and cocaine too. Things like this make me think twice about my career as an airline baggage handler.