Do you even need to see the rest of this?
Fug File: ENOUGH ALREADY
At this point, what’s left for Halloween?
[Photo: Splash News]
Wait, I know: A clean face AND PANTS.
Don’t even get me started. No, seriously. Don’t get me started on this. Yes, GQ, the PERFECT person to shoot a cover and editorial spread about a show about teenagers is TERRY RICHARDSON, who’s recently enjoyed a tidal wave of press about how he is TOTALLY GROSS to all the underage models who are sent to him! WHAT AN AWESOME PLAN. And what is YET AWESOMER is to decide that the women on Glee should pose COMPLETELY SCANTILY CLAD as if they were washed up WB starlets angling for the cover of Maxim circa 1999.
Look, I get that GQ is kind of lad-mag adjacent and that the people on Glee are of age, but when you look at this cover and the shots inside and Dianna Agron looks like a nun simply because she’s wearing BOTTOMS, maybe we’ve crossed a PR-bridge too far. After all, when you’ve got Lea Michele making her Victoria’s Secret face on the cover in her underpants, do you ALSO need her to be eating a lollipop in her panties inside? And also eating a lollipop in her panties with her legs spread and playing with her hair? And, oh, just standing around in her panties — sans lollipop this time, but threatening to take off her top? I don’t mean to strangle myself with these pearls that I’m clutching BUT COME ON. You can be cute and you can be sexy and you can be alluring and you can still wear something other than your panties in every single shot in a national magazine, especially when the other people in the spread range from COMPLETELY (Cory) to kinda (Dianna) clothed. I don’t blame Lea Michele for this — although I have to admit that my reaction to these pictures was to say, “oh, god. She really IS unbearable.” — but I do blame SOMEONE for not saying, “hey, this show is all about how cool it is to be different and talented, so maybe our lead actress — who is crazy talented and would be even if she were wearing a zombie costume — doesn’t need to be styled like the most important thing about her is her body, just like every other anonymous sexpot in every other lad mag in the world. LET’S TRY A SHOT WITH SOME PANTS TERRY YOU DISGUSTING OLD GOAT.”
I need to go breathe into a bag now. What do you think?
Yes. Because what we needed to add to the Taylor Momsen equation is WEAPONRY.
Hey, Brittany Snow? Hi. We don’t know each other, but I’m one of the nine people who watched all of American Dreams and thus I FEEL like I know you. (I love me some period dramas. Ask me about how I was the only person in my high school watching Homefront! If only the Internet had existed then.) So I feel like I can tell you something. And that something is this: YOU LOOK DESPERATE IN THIS. Actually, desperate is not the right word, not exactly. I mean more….GENERIC. Cookie-cutter. Like someone who might list Paris Hilton as one of her style inspirations and who thinks a lot about which bikini wax is the most au courant. Is that REALLY the best way, do you think, to get yourself another job in this town? I mean, let’s be honest, it MIGHT be. But maybe not the job you want.
I don’t even know why I’m putting this up to a vote.
BECAUSE THIS IS RIDICULOUS. This is what would happen if Peaches N Cream Barbie got kidnapped by pirates and was forced to be their entry into the Miss Universe pageant.