Don't we all call them names?

Spending hours on hair and putting on make ups.
Fitting into your overpriced branded clothing.
Listening to your fucking pop and rnb. Mainstreams.
Weekly blog posts on the same old clubbing nights with the same drunk faces on pictures.
Getting a digital SLR camera just 'cause everyone is hanging one around their necks.
Muttering your bimbotic jargon which will never come up in the dictionary.

Paris Hilton did a great job, apart from her superb showmanship in her stolen sex tape, for bringing up such cultural revolution. Head down to a club on Thursday night, be sure to meet some of the delicacies - PH Asian prototypes who go: "O-M-a-i-G-a-w-d-d-d". Fucking westernized plastic rip-offs. Disgusting. End.

*This post is not directed to any of the female friends I dearly care for. As for the rest, they only make a good ass to spank on.