It's an oft-told tale in GFY HQ lore -- mostly to Intern George, when he puts on his jammies and furry slippers and begs us for a story with his bedtime gimlet -- that the site sprang up from a very punchy (and let's face it, probably not funny to anyone but us) conversation about the terrible posters for the movie Sleepover. It begat our whole head-scratching confusion about What Is WITH These Kids Today?, and at times like this, I remember that conversation fondly, because it seems that the "Kids Today" of right now come with a lot more "WTF?!?!?" than the ones from four years ago.
Take, for example, this star of Camp Rock. When I first saw her I thought, "Aw, she's gotta be, what, 13? I can't fug her if she's 13." But then I learned that she is merely in a movie AIMED at people who are 13, and that she herself is almost 18. So I feel an almost sisterly duty to point out that this outfit is, in highly technical critical terms, totally wack-ass:
Seriously, when I was her age -- or indeed, if I owned that outfit now -- I would have loved it if someone grabbed me by the denim suspender and said, "Seriously, you are not a farmer. And you're not at a square dance. You are also not tall enough for those pants." It's like a three-strikes rule; that ensemble is out. Preferably in a shed somewhere, in a box marked "Halloween Costumes: Fergie, 2007," so that no little 13-year olds out there decide they want one for Christmas from Limited Too.
But if you think that's as wack as it gets, just wait, because at the film's premiere she crashed the Wackmobile straight into Lake Crackpot:
Take, for example, this star of Camp Rock. When I first saw her I thought, "Aw, she's gotta be, what, 13? I can't fug her if she's 13." But then I learned that she is merely in a movie AIMED at people who are 13, and that she herself is almost 18. So I feel an almost sisterly duty to point out that this outfit is, in highly technical critical terms, totally wack-ass:
Seriously, when I was her age -- or indeed, if I owned that outfit now -- I would have loved it if someone grabbed me by the denim suspender and said, "Seriously, you are not a farmer. And you're not at a square dance. You are also not tall enough for those pants." It's like a three-strikes rule; that ensemble is out. Preferably in a shed somewhere, in a box marked "Halloween Costumes: Fergie, 2007," so that no little 13-year olds out there decide they want one for Christmas from Limited Too.
But if you think that's as wack as it gets, just wait, because at the film's premiere she crashed the Wackmobile straight into Lake Crackpot:
She leapt from Laura Ingalls On A Hayride to straight to the "Lady of Spain"-themed queen of Camp Rock's annual Famous Accordion Solos prom. And is that a small PURSE stapled to her headband? I'm sure the party trick of pulling $20 out of your head is fun, and all, but isn't that an incredibly aggravating way to find out that you accidentally left your cell on vibrate -- or, even worse, set to "Toxic"? Do you think Camp Rock expels people for that?
