Sometimes, I don’t have to say a lot about something. This is one of those times. Everything is wrong with this picture. Puckered lips, an overall attitude of “You’re only worth my time if you buy me Prada”, bad bleach, orange spray-tan (possibly to cover the sores), a shirt that manages to clash against every color she’s applied to herself but does a great job showing off the implants, and freakish white eyeshadow to make her resemble a clownfish when the orange skin and stripes don’t do it alone.
Just because I don’t have to say it doesn’t mean I won’t, okay? If this is what they’re offering, I think this beggar can be a chooser.
I found this ad, by the way, on Facebook, served up by MySpace’s ad system. There’s a great irony there, and I think an amusing statement about just what MySpace is about.