One of the girls whose pictures I look at to remind me that most women - by definition - aren't particularly special has become famous.
One of the the teh ghey guys who writes Gawker found a links to some pics of Angie Varona on Reddit, while researching a post on how Reddit used to have a jailbait section, similar to the old SOHH Forums, before they were destroyed by racist haX0rs. Because one of the main things Gawker does is antagonize Conde Nast, which owns Reddit, and one of the other main things Gawker does is track how the Internets occasionally victimizes young girls (e.g. Jessi Slaughter, Kiki Kannibal), which is to say horrible people who've yet to reach the age of majority. True, the US is one of maybe like four countries that executes minors, but those are mostly black guys and poor white guys. I don't see how that's any excuse for people to look at pictures of young girls who post pictures of themselves in their underwear on the Internets. What if someone at their school finds out?
I didn't realize that Angie Varona first became Internets famous at the tender (and I do mean tender) age of 14, when some predator hacked into her Photobucket account and found pictures of herself in her underwear that she'd posted there for her boyfriend - though it isn't clear to me what she means when she says someone hacked into her Photobucket account. Was this account set to private and password protected, and someone still decided to spend the time and effort it would take to break into it, even though up until that point she was a heretofore completely unknown middle school kid in Florida? Or could it be that the pictures were posted there publicly, accessible to anyone, tagged "cleavage," and listed under her governent name? And what's the likelihood, really, that all 1,000+ of these pictures, taken over the course of a few years, were posted before she realized that someone other than her boyfriend, Lucky Bastard, could see them?
Sounds to me like she somehow got the notion (perhaps via "nature") that she could use her body to get what she wanted from guys, and so she did, but then the wrong people found out about it, and so she decided to pull a Tyler the Creator, also known as an Iceage, also known as a Kreayshawn. The technical term for it is '90s Baby Jujitsu. (Quick, someone add that to Urban Dictionary.) The way it works is, you do something completely inappropriate, to make yourself famous on the Internets. But then when you get famous enough that someone tries to call you on it, you completely disavow it, even though there's gigabytes upon gigabytes of evidence of you doing precisely that. Then you go off and film your commercial for Mountain Dew Code Red. Cha-ching!
What a horrible generation of people. There's yet to be one of them that's done anything worthwhile that wasn't sexual in nature. Some of these younger rappers who have surprisingly managed to breathe some life into hip-hop in the past year or so, Danny Brown and the like, are pretty much my age; they just had some problems with substance abuse or whatever in their 20s. Hey, it happens! And yet, watching the video below, I can't help but empathize with Angie Varona, to the extent that I can empathize with anyone, i.e. kinda. It's not unlike how Jayden Jaymes became one of my favorite pr0n chicks, after I saw her in that episode of MTV's True Life, having to explain to her parents that she spent the past weekend filming for Reality Kings. I felt like I "knew" her, which made her "films" all the more interesting. Then she tightened up her body some and got some new implants to replace the ones she had before, which exploded (no, really), and now she really is genuinely is one of the better looking chicks in pr0n (though you get the sense that she's grown increasingly "frigid"). Angie Varona is obviously not the sharpest pencil in the box. Take a look at her dental work. It's obvious her parents were limited in what they could do for her, either due to $$$ or a lack of interest, or both. There's no such thing as a grown person with braces who's emotionally stable. Think about it. Take a minute to reflect on your own life, if necessary.