We need to talk about Allison "Her" Williams,
again, forever. Not really.
So I'm clicking around on the old Internet with misogynistic
impunity due to my male rape privilege and on old Jezebel (not to say that age
or culturally designated aesthetic appeal defines you Jezebel. You are a
complete person and I respect you and value you as a fellow human being) and
there I see a piece on GIRLS star and eternal last bridesmaid to be chosen,
Allison Williams, a.k.a. "That one". So she works on the TV. That's
her profession and I don't know why. She occasionally, just as we all do, runs
across some smug dickbag that is SO extra proud that they don't own a TV.
Jezebel, who I assumed needed something legitimate to give their interns to do
now that the jig is up, wrote an article about it. So when Allison "No, I
meant the other one" Williams, who again, inexplicably has a career on
scripted television, meets one of these stoic TV deniers, does the
following:
“I always say very dryly and very honestly, ‘You should
invest in one. I’m not even saying you would necessarily like our show. But TV
is so good right now.’”
That's it. That all of it. That is the article. That is her
reaction. That's everything. It's a high school HJ and you don't even get to
finish.
I don't... Why do people like her so much?! She is so...just
there. She is your pretty friend, not GORGEOUS, just pretty. "She's
nice". The one you have to give really specific, yet vague compliments to,
because she's hard to describe, because there is nothing really to describe...
"She's got great skin on her elbows."
"She likes sandwiches, I think."
"She's really good at proofreading."
She's a basic bitch; the most basic of basic bitches. She
exists. I'm sure she's a lovely person and that's the problem, I feel like that
the only thing you can say about her; that you feel like she's lovely. Ann Veal Lovely
OK I'm done.
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