It’s difficult to imagine, but the life of Beth Ditto – who, because we’re such hideously clever dicks at hecklerspray, we will hereafter refer to as Beth Beth – is not just one long procession of standing in the way of Kate Moss, ripping all her clothes off whenever a glance is thrown in her direction, and sitting atop winged horses, helmet-horns glinting in the furious fires of Valhalla, scattering mortals with the power of her demonic screams.
Sometimes she finds room in that busy schedule for kicking back, relaxing, chucking on her neon-pink skintight onesie leisurewear, curling up with a classic of gothic literature, and squeezing her brain tightly until opinions form like diamonds in a bleak mountainside.
And even better, she then tells us about it! She really is the honking gift that just keeps honking, and won’t stop till our ears actually start bleeding!
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Before we even start talking about Beth Ditto, let us just point something out to everyone – there is no correct size to be if you’re a human being. Okay? People who make an issue out of their, or anyone else’s weight, is an unrelenting dick. Okay? Okay.
Unrelenting dick, Beth Ditto, continues to see herself as some kind of political activist for people who aren’t thin, hitting out at imagined critics who she assumes are sniggering under their breath at her, taunting her and calling her a big fat twat.
With the spotlight well and truly taken off her band, The Gossip, and now glued into place on stomach, Ditto has howled in anguish about people who assume thin women are automatically healthier. Read More >>>
FROM DIETPIXIE – Once, we were entranced by Britney Spears’ pop princess persona – now we’re more bothered about the size of her belly, and what’s bloating it this week.
After rumours of pregnancy have been quashed by Britney’s camp, with her folks saying the bloat was purely down to her medication, she has now been snapped with a shrinking tum.
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From DIETPIXIE – Britain’s most famous pair of tits, Jordan and Peter Andre (see what we did there?) are squabbling between themselves again – and this time it’s not over their sex life or plastic surgery obsession, but food.
I don’t know about you, but reading about these celebs makes me feel so boring and unnecessary. My bloke and I usually argue over who ate the last naan bread, not about avoiding eating!
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