Vivi Parr
You Know What...?

____You know what fuck them...Fuck the blond bombshells that reek of the singed smell of over straightened hair. They smell of tanning accelerator and noxious berry mixed. Fuck the beautiful surfer girls that never see the sand, their carefree beauty, freckles exposed, hair kissed by a false sun. There are no waves to catch here. Fuck the soristitutes, overweight beer bellies sticking over the wide waistbands of their too tight low riders, their overwashed Greek letter sweatshirts and puke stained Steve Maddens. Fuck the African Sisters with their braids and their extensions. You are not any more African than I'm Russian, you're American--get over it. Fuck the rich girls with their Louis Vutton bags, Burberry coats, and Gucci key fobs. We all know you have money to blow, but do you really need to abuse your $500 purse that can only hold 2 credit cards and a tube of Chap Stick? Fuck the computer geeks who think they're cool. Take off you Eminem hat and your UFO's and just wear jeans and t-shirts like everyone else, stop trying so hard. Fuck the pseudo intellectuals who can't read out loud or speak in proper English. If you were really that smart you wouldn't have to prove it by making asses out of the ignorant all of the time. Jocks--what am I supposed to sleep with you because you can dribble a ball or run over people? Do you actually have any useful skills...that's what I thought. Fuck the cowboys on campus, have you ever seen a horse or a bull in person? A belt buckle and a pair of faded jeans does not make you a real cowboy. Fuck the elementary education majors, it's not that hard; I can cut and paste too. Fuck the frat boys--hangovers are not sexy and that little bit of puke on your pants, yeah, chicks notice. Fuck the fat girls in the wide waist band terrycloth drawstring sweatpants, with things like "Hottie" and "Princess" stitched across the ass in big letters. They look hot on some girls, but your ass crack hanging out was so last season. Fuck the angry ghetto girls with the painted talons on their fingers. I was you when I was 15, you can't intimidate me with your fake New York accent and your Knock off FUBU gear. Fuck the fake punks and the pussy straight edgers. Punks, please, what are you angry about? Your Mom and Dad still buy your clothes and your Manic Panic hair dye. Straight edgers: NO DRUGS, so you put your beatnik cigarettes and your coffee away because they are agains the rules. Fuck the American Eagle, Abercrombie vintage-look girls; we all know you bought it as an outfit. Fuck the stoners--you are just plain lucky if you can smoke a bowl and still score an A on a test. Fuck smokers: you are poor because you are a slave to Big Tobacco. Fuck the wanna be-ballers, if you can't make a three point shot your Jordans and your Sixer's gear ain't going to get you to the NBA. Fuck the fat girls that pick one favorite color. Newsflash: If you wear an entirely purple outfit, you look like a grape. Fuck the super skinny girls. We all know you're pissed off because all you can do is smoke cigarettes, drink water, and eat twizzlers. Fuck the short guys who think that if they work out and wear tight shirts that they are going to turn into Superman. You are still short and it's not like no one is going to notice. Fuck the American sweethearts with their turtleneck sweaters and Old Navy jeans--you can't be that nice all of the time... We know you're faking.