I recently stumbled upon this really old NYT article posing the question ‘why don’t people like Megan Fox?’
I am writing this from my position in the middle of an internet Venn Diagram, flanked by two differing (though both equally militant) opinions, regarding some-time actress Megan Fox. It seems I must either be filled with an irrational hatred of this woman, slandering every aspect of her various media appearances and savoring any opportunity to publicly call her a ‘stupid whore’, the same way a sommelier might savor a fine vintage, or I must spend my days writing effusive fan fiction about the day I am finally able to throw myself prostrate and weeping at her pedicured feet, basking in her inhuman glory.
There is no middle ground.