Here is Robin Holzken because she is quite good looking. That’s about it. This is a bit of a snake eating it’s own tail situation just because my dash was filled with pictures of her I reblogged yesterday and I think that’s what put her into my head. It happens. We feed our own interests. I’d be more concerned about what it says about the echo chambers we have set up for ourselves online but I am tired and she’s pretty so why fight it. Today I want to fuck Robin Holzken.
So I was thinking about the very notion of fandom last night because sometimes my mind wanders. I have written about it here before because the very nature of it disturbs me. Mainly because I am distrustful of anyone whose identity is wrapped up in what they consume. It has always bothered me and I have shied away from it, even before there was a notion of fandom and instead we were just nerds or whatever. I liked comic books, I liked horror movies, I was deeply distrustful of people who made it their identity. It took me a long time to figure out why but essentially it’s because your identity should be wrapped up in what you produce, not what you consume. Someone whose entire sense of self is wrapped up in what they consume is not someone who produces anything of value. Meaning they aren’t a net positive on the world. This sounds lofty and elitist but I am not talking about how economically productive you are. I am talking about if your only contribution to the world is bitching about X-men online that’s a net negative on the world. And having hung your self worth on your consumption you get defensive of it and any valid criticism or disagreement of the thing you consume becomes a personal attack on you because it’s attacking the very core of who you are as a person. Besides this being sad to see it’s dangerous. How is all this related to Jessica Nigri? Well, because I am often shocked by what I see about her online. I think it is entirely fair to dislike her. I mean, I think it is rooted in some very contradictory ideas on gender and ambition but it’s fine. I think you can easily see her cosplay and ability to make money on it as cynically capitalizing off of fandom. I also kind of don’t care about most fandoms revolve around a product that was created to make money, so someone else making more money off of it hardly seems contradictory. But all of that aside, what I don’t get is the hate. People who seem to lust after her and wish her ill at the same time. It’s scary and gross but I think it is the end result of this fandom stuff. Art is made to be criticized and annualized but when you take those as personal attacks it allows you to feel like a victim. I have literally seen fandoms call themselves oppressed minorities. They aren’t. You aren’t. If you think you aren’t you’re an asshole and the reason people don’t like you is probably because you’re an asshole. The issue is by setting yourself up so that any criticism is a personal attack it allows you to turn all rejections and failings to being about your identity, which is wrapped up in bullshit that has nothing to do with you. So your real failings aren’t addressed and instead become because you identify as a Trekie or a Gamer or whatever name you’ve given yourself. And it turns dark and it allows people do demand more pictures and more revealing pictures of Jessica Nigri while spewing venom her way because they have been victimized by her. How? Because they want to see her naked or near naked and she is daring to make money off of that desire, which is victimizing them. Which is of course the ultimate dangerous endgame. I noticed this with nerds as far back as high school. Most of them weren’t ostracized because they liked comic books. They were ostracized because they lacked basic social graces. Their fault or not they were often dicks to people and their main complaint was that they didn’t get whatever they wanted. The classic example is getting a girlfriend but even just friends with the popular kids. Maybe all those popular kids are dicks, too, but if you’re not fun to be around why should they want to hang out with you? You aren’t a victim because you’re unpleasant and people don’t want to be around an unpleasant person. And I guess that’s the real issue here, if who you are is wrapped up on something someone else creates there is no way to improve yourself, because it’s up to someone else to improve that creation. If your identity is Star Wars then your self worth and ability to improve yourself is tied to someone else making good Star Wars stuff. If your identity is wrapped up in who and what you are and what you bring to the table then you are always a work in progress but one who can move the right direction if you want to. And the nice thing is when Jessica Nigri dresses as Black Cat and it’s mainly just lingerie I don’t have to get mad, no matter how many Spider-Man comics I have read (It’s literally more than a thousand I am sure) because it has nothing to do with me. I kinda just get to appreciate a pretty girl where pretty stuff and not feel in some way like I am being attacked because I can see boobs. Today I want to fuck Jessica Nigri.
Some new stuff from Kate Upton for Yamamay came out and that’s a good thing because it turns out in general I like how they shoot her. So thank you Yamamay, your devious plan to make me mention you here so all of my followers rush out and buy your clothing is working. Very clever. Anyway, Kate looks pretty good in a bunch of the shots and I am hoping for more and in better quality but we have what we have right now. I’ll take it. Today I want to fuck Kate Upton.
I am posting Anastasia Scheglova cause she’s easy. To post I mean. I have no knowledge otherwise. Her name is hard to spell, details about her are hard to come by, I used to make jokes about her being a Russian spy but those were largely funny because they were based in 30 year old cold war paranoia and felt totally ridiculous but suddenly they aren’t as funny anymore because the world got into a time machine a couple of years ago and the time line is all fucked up. Anyway, my point is she is easy to actually post because pictures are bountiful. I could almost throw a dart at a list of pictures and post her. Almost. I can’t because there are nudes but also it turns out throwing darts at a computer monitor at best ruins the monitor. It in no way posts said pictures on tumblr. One day though, that’s the dream. Anyway, here she is because shes’ beautiful. Today I want to fuck Anastasia Scheglova.
Here is Darshelle Stevens who I actually only know about because of Hannah Ray. They are friends. I open with that because it’s just worth noting. Darshelle Stevens is probably more famous or more known or whatever the word is. But it’s the nature of fame in niche cultures these days that no one can know everything. Or even most things. So Darshelle Stevens is probably more ‘famous’ than Hannah Ray but in this household we care about Hannah Ray more and you will too as long as you’re under my roof! We also don’t pit woman against each other in this household so this whole thing has gotten weird. It’s a long intro to over explain a thing you don’t care about, dear reader. I am posting her today largely because of that D Va picture at the bottom. It’s my favorite type of cosplay. It isn’t based on a D Va costume from the game or anything but it is so very D Va. I like stealth cosplay. This one isn’t exactly stealth but it’s close. The sort of thing you could wear outside and a lot of people would just think are clothes but other people will immediately recognize as the character. I like this for a lot of reasons but in part it takes a sort of deeper thing than putting on spandex. You have to get to the core of someone. So it’s not just the colors or the bunny logo but the fact that she’s in an arcade and chewing gum. It just immediately feels right. To me at least. Anyway, she is pretty and I like that picture and I figured hey, why not throw together a few more because costumes are fun. Today I want to fuck Darshelle Stevens.
Emily DiDonato was in Vogue Greece and that’s exciting because she doesn’t show up in much these days (she’s going to school at Columbia and I guess Ivy League educations leave little time for modeling). So I am grateful to see her even if I am suspicious of just how Greek this issue of Vogue is. In fairness, I have not actually gotten my hands on the issues because I don’t know where you get Drachma, which I am going to assume is what Greeks use to pay for things because all of my knowledge of Greece comes from Mythology. But more importantly, my dear friend @wildflagsure is Greek and has confirmed many times to me the core thing that makes something Greek is Feta Cheese and Olives. Like if you have a piece of chicken and you want Greek Chicken? You add feta cheese and Olives. Greek Cocoa Puffs? Add Feta Cheese and Olives and maybe some Greek Yogurt. I won’t lie, I hate shitting on other cultures but that sounds disgusting to me. Still, that is what makes something Greek. They’re just like us except with Olives and Feta. The problem is, I looked at all the pictures and I don’t see any Olives or Feta cheese. Which makes me question if it is even a Greek Magazine at all. Maybe she has them stuffed into her pockets or something. Not how I would transport them but hey, I’m the sort of Philistine willing to shit on putting Olives and Feta in chocolate cake without even trying it. That is of course, the recipe for Greek Chocolate Cake. Anyway, Emily looked good and so I posted her. Because today I want to fuck Emily DiDonato.
So when I was a kid my dad used to take me to the racetrack and would give me $5 and told me I could get something to eat or I could place a bet and grow my money and thus get something to eat and go home with money as well. I guess this could surprise some people but really, you couldn’t have thought this blog was the end result of good parenting. Anyway, I am far from some horse whisperer or magical handicapper or anything but I know a fair bit about rating horseflesh. Enough so I guess that I don’t find it disturbing to use the phrase horseflesh. I mean, I can read a racing form and I mean I know parimutuel isn’t some stock brokerage. Anyway, my point is I am not a complete novice when it comes to this kind of thing but I have absolutely no clue what stupid hats have to do with horse racing. Especially cause the only stupid hats we really had were when some guy got really drunk and put a popcorn box on his head or something. Now, a cynical person would say that stupid hats have nothing to do with horse racing at all but are instead a way for the wealthy to separate the prestige of the events they attend and the tracks they frequent from the ones the hoi polloi do. A cynical person would say that. Me, I figure that can’t be, no one would wear a hat that stupid to feel better than someone else because you can’t possibly feel superior to anyone when you wear a dumb ass hat. Well, not for long. When I went to college a bunch of dudes would wear bucket hats to seem cool or hip or unique or whatever soul sucking insecurity inhabits the hearts of 18 year olds and forces them to choose an affectation to feel special. My point is they were everywhere. And they all got mocked and within a month the bucket hats were gone. None of those guys ever grew up to be Queen so if they could figure it out rich people must be able to. Anyway, here is Kelly Brook in some stupid hats because despite all this I do kind of like the stupid hats. Not enough to ever want to like, be seen with one, but I do kind of enjoy the pictures once a year from the Royal Ascot and the Kentucky Derby. Today I want to fuck Kelly Brook.
Here is Pigeon Foo cause it’s been ages since I posted Pigeon Foo. Which is a shame. Because she’s kind of awesome and always has been. Ok, that might be a bit over the top, I can’t speak to always because it would get us into a whole discussion on the nature of time and the human soul and when someone starts to exist and so on and well… sure, that’s what her blog is all about but not mine. I’ll leave the metaphysics to her. Usually I go on and on about her but usually I have more than like an hours sleep so this is it today. She is pretty, I am posting pictures of her that I feel prove this. Today I want to fuck Pigeon Foo.
Here is Robin Holzken in a bunch of wedding dresses because she modeled some wedding dresses and it turns out she looks fucking fantastic in wedding dresses. To the point that all I could think was it’s a real shame it’s not socially acceptable to wear a wedding dress to anything other than a wedding. Well, your own wedding. You can’t even get away with it at other people’s weddings because you look like a real asshole if you do. But at least in that case you are only an asshole. If you are going around wearing a wedding dress to anything else and it is not literally the day of your wedding, you look like a crazy person. Like, next level crazy never talk to that girl again. And that’s if you’re a girl. Society has a lot of built in biases that if it’s a dude just showing up at the bar wearing a wedding dress he looks even crazier. It seems almost unfair but I guess it’s true of a lot of things that really are uniforms. I am sure there are some dudes that looked fantastic in their high school baseball uniform. I can see it, my school had pretty smart, pinstriped vests over a longer shirt with the school letter and stuff. It looked good. But you show up to watch a baseball game dressed like that? You better have a damn good story or you look insane. And that’s baseball adjacent, I won’t even go into if you show up to the beach in a uniform and cleats. This is the crushing weight of societal expectations and how really they hurt us all. Because now the only real option is to wish a string of failed marriages on Robin Holzken. That’s not fair to her but she looks so good in a wedding dress that it also wouldn’t be fair to her to only get to wear a single wedding dress and just on one day. So like… for her to get past that we need the misery of a string of failed marriages? It’s terrible. Which, and again, I hate to call myself a hero but it’s the only word that fits, I am going to come out and say if she every wants to hang out with me and just wear wedding dresses, I promise not to judge. At all. Because I am a hero. Today I want to fuck Robin Holzken.
Here is Doutzen Kroes because she is pretty and that’s about it. I have a running joke with a friend about how old she is that stems from the internet being a cesspool. And the sort of people who track models intently seem to be the worst. It’s disappointing but it’s almost like a team sport for them and a lot of people just don’t know how to support their favorite anything without tearing down anything else. It’s a miserable way to live your life and makes someone miserable to be around. The “knock” against Doutzen by these types is how old she is getting (mixed with having kids has ruined her body. They also love to attack any model who dares to have children). It’s laughably stupid because almost all of these pictures are from this year. I guess to someone they are picture of an old woman with a ruined body but to paraphrase my grandfather who is an actual old man, “those people are exceptionally stupid so people learn to stop paying attention to them”. Which is the best way to look at it. Ignore the idiots, engaging just gives validity to their stupidity. But also… are they blind? I don’t want to be ablist and attack blind people who can’t see these pictures. Though I am wondering why they would say such negative things then. Anyway, I think Doutzen Kroes is beautiful. There, I took a radical stand. Today I want to fuck Doutzen Kroes.
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