Ever since I first discovered Stardoll and became yet another obsessed teenager with no real life whatsoever, I never, not once, ran for Covergirl. Sure, I would most certainly pee in my pants and throw a party where everyone would get high and wasted, if I were to win, but, quite frankly, I couldn't care less about such an "honor".
I mean, if you ever think about it, the ones on top of the Stardoll social hierarchy, the "Elites", Stardoll socialites, desperate fame whores etc. have probably spent hundreds of real dollars to achieve their current status. Because, what is an elite without the glamorous suite or stylish collection of rare clothes to go with their fancy title?
However, a new breed of "hey-big-spenders" has emerged from the depths of Stardoll obscurity, seeking for, what else, fame, fashion
and friends. This new breed lives, apparently, in their own world, where money grows on trees and real life is... Wait, what
is it? All of that rambling actually has a point, and that is, why the hell would someone send 1000 broadcasts on the
same day and then actually
boast about it, like the sun is shining out of their fucking ass? And, okay, the boasters are probably winners - oh, bravo you - but what about those sad, poor, little people who sent all these broadcasts and end up with a big, fat pile of nothing and a sprinkle of nil on top?
And all that, for what? To become -only if successful - the person of the day on a website where whoring it out is considered a career? Thanks, but I think I'll pass.
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