Sunday, August 30, 2009

#11 Subscribers to Celebrity Tweets

Attention world:

  • Fred Durst doesn’t know where his Sunday is going to take him, but he’s making eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning.

  • Courtney Love wants to blow a wad on a "recession" slashed couch that’s sort of pinkish but a dude could hang on it.

  • Tila Tequila is off to catch some zzz’s and snuggle and lay in bed all day and watch movies tomorrow!

Who gives a rat's ass about what these people do in their spare time, let alone in 1 sentence formats that are continually updated throughout the day? 
 
But Econ 101 tells us that for a market to thrive, there must be some demand for the product being peddled. Amazingly, there are people who ask for these sterling updates from washed-up, narcissistic celebrities to be sent directly to their phones and emails. 
 
The mechanism that enabled these remarkable gains in communication, Twitter, became popular back in 2007. Podcasting company Odeo introduced the technology as a “micro-blog” for people to keep tabs on each other with brief messages, “tweets”, of 140 characters or less wherein one party can subscribe to messages from another party. The website celebritytweet.com provides consolidation of a pool of celebrities to simplify subscription for adoring fans.

Benefits of the free service are revealed in emergency situations for coordinating groups of people efficiently and for knowledgeable consumers who wish to receive instant updates on local strip club recession specials. But by and large, the majority of tweets are merely pointless babble and to a lesser degree, shameless self-promotion from washed up celebrities.
 
As if TMZ, Enquirer, Perez Hilton, and Biggest Loser: Celebrity Edition don’t already invite us to fill our days living vicariously through Hollywood, now Twitter enables us to receive live feeds directly from the horses’ mouths -- further feeding these mammoth, yet fragile egos! TMZ and the aforementioned traditional media sources, while stultifying our lives, do not have nearly the potency of Twitter with regards to invasive celebrity nonsense.
A celeb-culture junkie must actively turn on the TV, or actively purchase a gossip mag, and even then the mundane dirt has at least been filtered down to something marginally worthwhile. But with Twitter, one innocent subscription to a celebrity’s Twitter feed results in an incessant, passive onslaught of obnoxious tweets that crush productivity and deprive individuals of meaningful growth in their own lives. Does the world really want the next generation to slide into a delusional psychosis from having one-way virtual friendships with the likes of Paris Hilton and Tila Tequila? 
 
Celebrity gossip obsessors, and those receiving celebrity tweets in particular, should not be raising children. For it is these very people whose lives are so devoid of meaning, that superficial contact with the “cool, popular kids” of Hollywood gives them purpose. Seeing the priority allotted to celebrities by their parents, progeny will come to idolize celebrities, placing them on a pedestal that overshadows their own lives.
It is not uncommon for celebrity tweet subscribers to seek out relationships with over-zealous sports fans creating a power-couple that adopts each others’ passions and zest for living vicariously.
 
Imagine, a man’s wife is in labor on what should be one of the happiest days of his life, and at that moment he receives a text message. Excitedly, he opens the message expecting a note from his wife’s parents asking which room, but no… “Terrell Owens: Blasted my pecs today, I can totally put up 300 on the bench aint no thing, protein shake time!” Then another incoming text rattles the phone, and as he hurriedly tries to navigate away from the message the phone is dropped. In a desperate attempt to salvage the moment and direct the parents, he dives beneath the stirrups to recover the phone. As he anxiously flails, a beautiful 7 lb. 10 oz. baby boy is born overhead, placental juices pouring over the father’s head.
At that moment he should realize something… stop reproducing!










Tuesday, August 4, 2009

#10 Serial Sun Bakers

Summer time is here and the beaches are adorned with different genetic elitists – the shouldn’t be in that bikini-wearers, the splash in the facers, the big hole diggers and the ever-so-highly skilled professional tanners. 


I’m not advocating as a guest columnist here on Stopreproducing.com that we should all hide under our umbrellas and zinc our entire bodies. And no, I’m not saying that one unprotected day trip to the Jersey shore will damage your body’s largest organ for the rest of your life. (Editors note: One unprotected day trip at the Jersey shore will for sure cause damage to another major organ, so remember “no glove, no love.”).

I’m here to address the Serial Sun Bakers. The Crisco covered, Panama Jack slathered, pina colada smelling bronzers who strategically place aluminum foil around their faces to catch the ultimate rays. 
 
Tanning is an art. One quick look in the dictionary proves that it’s the art of turning animal skin into leather. Over the history of mankind, tanning has been prevalent in society. Humans have baked animal skins in the sun for everything from loin clothes to designer handbags.* 
 
The Serial Sun Bakers, however, have shown advancement in the human evolutionary chain. Rather than relying on animal skins to provide humans with leather coats, Serial Sun Bakers have perfected the art of growing their own one-of-a-kind protective sheaths. This remarkable surge in human intelligence and ingenuity would surely leave Darwin perplexed. 
 
Key Serial Sun Baker evolutionary milestones include:

  • Hide Moisturizing: In the past, tanners basted skins with a solution of water and animal dung. Serial Sun Bakers prefer a more pleasantly scented method of lubrication, such as coconut infused balms reminiscent of tropical holidays –wouldn’t want to smell like shit after all!


  • Hair removal: Our ancestors mainly used knives for this task, but Serial Sun Bakers have made significant advancements in this field. More humane ways of hair removal, such as hot wax and electrical impulse needles are more commonplace.


  • Sun Positioning: While our ancestors used wooden racks, Serial Sun Bakers have adopted plastic chairs and cotton towels into their regime. Some even use light-reflecting surfaces, such as metal objects or water to “bounce” the suns rays onto their hides. A roof top is also an ideal location so that the skin is ‘closer to the sun’.

  • Hide Rotation: In the past, skins had to be flipped by various artisans. Serial Sun Bakers have cut out the middle man and do the flipping themselves. Timing sun exposure by songs on the radio or setting a alarm on a cell phone easily alerts the modern-day coat designers when its time to tan the other side.
As you can see, Serial Sun Bakers prove that with complete negligence for their body’s well-being, coats are the next big thing in DIY. Should the Serial Sun Baker be permitted to pass along these self-servicing genes? Will store-bought coats become the next extinct fashion accessory, like slap bracelets and mood rings?

Here at Stopreproducing.com, we sure hope not. Unless you are growing your own to save a few bucks during this economic crisis (by all means save where you can) it is not fashionably forward to convert your own hide into a one of a kind coat for winter. 
 
*StopReproducing is not in anyway promoting animal skins for fashion. Love every creature, great and small!