Megan Fox is annoying (not for the reason you think)
Megan fox is an idiot
I should preface this by first acknowledging that, yes, Megan Fox is undeniably beautiful – lovely in face and figure – and of these attributes I am understandably envious. Credit where credit is due and all. However…
Maybe calling her an idiot is unfair. I have not made Ms. Fox’ acquaintance and can only base this assessment of her intellectual curiosity (or lack thereof) on her performance in Transformers and the subsequent interviews/press junkets attached to the film. If pressed, I couldn’t pinpoint a specific thing that makes her repellent to me but my feelings towards her are not unlike my feelings about eggs* or sloppy joe sandwiches – certainly a lot of people like eating them, but I find them disgusting in almost every way. I don’t hold her physical attractiveness against her, though she seems the sort who – perhaps because she is beautiful – has never bothered to cultivate being interesting.
And there is the matter of her Type. I am referring to a particular kind of young lady who eschews the friendship of women, preferring to be considered One Of The Guys. Please allow me to elaborate. This woman is almost always gorgeous (fine) and demonstrates her dude-ness and affable nature by publicly belching, spitting and farting (see Diaz, Cameron). She will often refer to her lack of gastro-intestinal inhibitions as examples of her being Real – when really, it is just coarse behavior.
Since my own feelings were based solely on irrational, muddled repulsion, I asked my husband what he thought of Megan Fox in the hopes of gaining a different perspective on the starlet.
Me, being direct: “What do you think of Megan Fox?”
Mr. Pancake, disinterested in the conversation: “Meh. ”
Me: “The girl from the Transformers….” (The preview had just aired.)
Me: “Uh-doy-eee. ”
MP: “Eh…she looks like she probably wears make-up on her pussy.”
His statement – while also irrational – trumps anything that I could possibly say at this point. Make-up on her pussy. Indeed.
*here’s the thing about eggs, I can enjoy them only conditionally, when their taste, smell and texture are completely masked by the properties of another food – like say, huevos rancheros or a baked good . Cupcakes? Awesome. Hard boiled eggs? Disgusting.