Reposted @ FashionMojo
The only place you can find more celebbrity impersonators than MySpace is Las Vegas at Halloween. Anyone who’s a serious fan of anyone knows how hard it is sometimes to find an authentic somebody on the social networking site, and with layouts, friends, and how many of them that they have as the only gage of whether or not they’re the real McCoy, there’s still never any way to be sure.
But for those even more lonely and pathetic than a blogger, living vicariously through someone else’s legacy–dead or alive–doesn’t seem so surreal in this world run by Hollywood and reality television. Whether you’re parodying or envying them, a game of cyber-dress-up seems to be the only one that doesn’t grow lame day in, day out.
Being the entrepresneur of self-love that he is, it’s little surprise that Dov Charney might indulge in the biggest narcissistic exercisetrend of our age. After all, he’s always been a bit of a media darling, and being a fashion powerhouse, image would be high on his list of priorities.
Despite that his MySpace profile features a photo that was obviously taken in intimate proximity of him, and is void of slanderous or offensive material–unless, of course, suggestive advertising bothers you–it’s doubtful that it’s his own. CEOs of companies worth hundres of millions of dollars just have better things to do with their time.
Of course, one of the shills that rush to his side with a hipster defense everytime he gets some bad press could very well be responsible, but then they’d scarcely build a roster of friends that includes Mao Zedong, Kim Jung-Il, and Adolf Hitler–especially when their Guru is Jew-ru.
Then again, stranger things have been known to happen, and Charney’s been spotted in all sorts of wierd situations, especially by professional e-stalkers. All in all, what young-dumb-and-full-of-cum-twenty-something-hipsters wouldn’t want to be Dov Charney? After all, the New York Times only bothers to report on your lechery if you have some serious money, cash, and hoes.
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August 30th, 2006 at 5:59 pm
[…] MySpace, MyIdentityTheft posted by Trey Moore Originally Posted @ HipMojo The only place you can find more celebbrity impersonators than MySpace is Las Vegas at Halloween. Anyone who’s a serious fan of anyone knows how hard it is sometimes to find an authentic somebody on the social networking site, and with layouts, friends, and how many of them that they have as the only gage of whether or not they’re the real McCoy, there’s still never any way to be sure.But for those even more lonely and pathetic than a blogger, living vicariously through someone else’s legacy–dead or alive–doesn’t seem so surreal in this world run by Hollywood and reality television. Whether you’re parodying or envying them, a game of cyber-dress-up seems to be the only one that doesn’t grow lame day in, day out. […]
September 20th, 2006 at 10:57 pm
Hey, where did this mysterious MySpace account go?