Skanky Tara Reid - We're Supposed to Care?

Once again, "front page news" involves some slut, some moron, some wasted never-was starlet skank. Or all three, in the case of Tara Reid.

Now why, exactly is this bitch famous? Why am I supposed to care? She made some dopey movie or other, had implants, took them out, fell on her face, fell on her ass, had a wardrobe malfunction...any or all of the above?

Thanks to the Internet, stupid cunts like Tara Reid aren't saved by a press agent or a publicist who can block embarrassing photos. No, in this age, they don't even want to be saved. ALL publicity is good publicity, whether it's being drunk, on drugs, fucking some black guy who has a camcorder in his hand...it's ALL good. Tara knows any idiocy she Tweets, any stupid photo she Instagrams will get ATTENTION. As in: "Oh, Tara Reid is still alive, drunk, falling down...let me book her for a film." No. "Reid is wasted...let's invite her to a party so we can laugh at her." Yes.

So this twat rushed to Instagram to post a photo of herself in her panties. How classy can you get? The average self-important Facebook tart wouldn't even do that. She posted a selfie and told the world she was getting dressed for a party. So why not show us literally, what you mean?? Yes, Tara, and you were planning on showing everybody at the party your underpants? So you wanted to take a picture to see how they'd look to everyone??

The photo instantly "trended," with people saying such flattering things: "Skinny legs." "She's already drunk and the party hasn't started." "Who?"

At the party she wandered around in a drunken daze...at least, every photo taken seems to show the same "drugged deer in the headlights" look of alarm. She seemed unable to stand up without help. This is sexy? Maybe to guys who are into date rape.

Eventually...

Here's something else to bear in mind. A few years ago, when I was with major international photo agencies, there was NO WAY a photo like this would've been taken...or published. First off, the professional organizing the party would've steered me and my pap-smear pals to a hallway, told us "You have FIVE minutes..." and had us mingle in a room filled with ONLY the stars who felt like posing, and were ready to fake "natural" party poses. The stars would make sure their lipstick was perfect, that they weren't holding incriminating pill vials, and that their wardrobes were functioning (or, malfunctioning on purpose). After the FIVE minutes...we'd all be told "take a hike. Fuck off. You're done." The different phrases would reflect the stature of the individual photographer!

As soon as a brainless media-whore moron like Tara Reid began to teeter, you can bet bodyguards would've swarmed in front of us, as well as concerned, mature ladies. I remember a star whose nipple was showing through her oh-so-wonderful gown. Instantly a phalanx of other actresses drew around her, and prevented any of us from getting a clear shot. That's not likely to happen these days. First off, actresses now are competitive catty cunts and love seeing their colleagues fail. Second, there's never anyone in the way because "it's all good." If a star is as wasted as Tara Reid...she's fair game. You don't see a herd of gnu protecting a limping one from a pack of hyenas.

And so it is, that Tara Reid once more got her name in the paper, and her boozy stupid face, and all people will remember is...TARA REID something or other. And she'll stumble to another party, maybe wander onto a talk show, and continue making a fool of herself till she falls on her face and literally breaks it...requiring six months off for more plastic surgery and rehab. So tell me Mrs. Peel, after you disappeared, didn't taste go with you? Didn't the standard for womanhood change to stupidity and Tara?