The only really “sad” thing is the Daily Wail:
Four years ago, Jessica Simpson was one of the top bodies in Hollywood …butlet go of her hard earned 36-24-36 figure…prior to gaining weight, Jessica would regularly appear on Hollywood red carpets in eye-popping dresses which showed off her svelte figure to perfection…”Battle of the bulge: It seems Jessica over-indulged a little over the festive season”…Perhaps feeling self-conscious about her expanding waistline, Jessica opted for an unflattering pair of high-waisted jeans…Piling on the pounds…”
Now, I don’t care about what she looks like, and she doesn’t care whether I care, but that sort of snide carping is so utterly trivial, pointless and nasty that it genuinely does annoy me. That she is slightly larger than she used to be is not interesting, it is not worthy of comment. Mentioning it is sad, and banging on about the fact in such a negative way is vicious.
I dread to imagine what the wretched people would write about my appearance if they ever identified a market for nasty articles about skinny boys who hit 30 and developed a slightly flabby arse….
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