Yeah, uh-huh, sure, whatever!!!!!!
none of your fucking business - 12/04/00 01:33:49
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Favourite Actor: what the hell do you think!
Favourite Band/Singer: KORN
Comments:
um, not to be rude, but i have a lot of things to say. you do have a right to be entitled to your own opinion, but i think that you have a lot of fucking nerve to harrass leo fans like they are a lesser species. i have no idea who you are and you don't know me. i am not going to give you whiplash with verbal assalt by cussing at you because that's lame. i just think that it is somewhat rude to be disrespectful to people who may have different likenesses than you. i am a leo lover and damn well proud of it, you may be proud of your hatred, but i would just like you to know that leo lovers as well as anyone else has every right to be where ever they want to be, so fuck you by saying get lost like we don't belong. as far as i'm concerned, i don't care about you at all and your little page too... but i think that i'll just leave you with one question for you to think about; if you hate leo so much, why the hell do you waste your time making a page about him in the first place?~
Someone - 09/27/00 22:32:35
My Email:Not tellin ya!!
Favourite Leo Movie: Not tellin ya!!
Another Favourite Movie: Not tellin ya!!
Favourite Actor: Not tellin ya!!
Favourite TV Show: Not tellin ya!!
Favourite Band/Singer: Not tellin ya!!
Comments:
You sick bitches!!! You are really tight-I bet if u saw him in the street you'd ask for his autograph and flirt with him-you r sooooooo nieve & stupid!!! Add Drew Barrymore onto the KICK ASS PAGE-she rocks!!! Leave Leo alone-death isn't funny!!!
Lungo Inverno - 09/05/00 22:34:32
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic (just because of Gaelic Storm)
Another Favourite Movie: Angus
Favourite Actor: Charlie Talbert (he's not handsome, but HE's a great actor!)
Favourite Band/Singer: The Bothy Band, Altan, Mike Oldfield
Comments:
There's no need to slaughter Di Caprio. Just stop watching his movies! For Leo-lovers, it should detoxicate them, for Leo-haters, it would be a bit of fresh air.
For whom who are concerned: i neither love nor hate Di Caprio, I simply state the truth: he has very little acting ability and he's expressive like a marble statue. Watching him playing is like watching the grass growing, there's no reason to kill our neu
al cells in such a dumb way!
yankgirl - 08/21/00 10:04:16
My Email:yankgirl@pacbell.net
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: the sixth sense
Favourite Actor: leonardo, billy zane, tom cruise ,
Favourite TV Show: big brother
Favourite Band/Singer: aaliyah
Comments:
Leo is a good actor. Dont hate.
Toshiko Matsuyama - 07/15/00 04:00:55
My Email:kemkofuk@kcn.ne.jp
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Comments:
I am a Japanese juniour high school student and 14 years old. I wish to find friends who are girls and love DiCaprio. I hope your reply.
some who is haveing a very good laugh - 07/12/00 00:39:36
My URL:http://don't got one don't care
My Email:if you must know sky_green_eyes@nycmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: umm I don't watch leo movies much
Another Favourite Movie: Matrix
Favourite Actor: Adam Sandler
Favourite TV Show: Ren and Stimy
Favourite Band/Singer: Green Day
Comments:
HAHAHA I'm sorry but it's funny to see all you blitering idiots go at each other like that I mean come on he's just another actor and who really cares I would like to bitch slap all you people up side the head I mean really you guys need to learn to spell
and that sarah michel geller person (i know the actor but the chick that wrote all that shit) I mean who do you really think is going to read all that shit!and those guys that are like oh yeah I leo yeah look at me thanks fans you other guys fucking suck,
I mean like he doesn't have anything better to do then vist little shity websites and bitch you out come on well I would love to stay and read the rest of these but guess what unlike any of you I HAVE A LIFE wow don't you feel proud you got someone who ha
a life to come to your site!well have fun!
none of your f***ing business! - 06/28/00 19:11:52
My Email:kissmyass@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: The Beach
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Comments:
Alright, I'm not one of those Leo obsessees but who do you think you are saying that shit about him? Think about it! He's got a career and making millions of $$ and look at you w/ your pathetic website! Get a life!
leo lover - 06/25/00 01:49:35
My Email:babe_037@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo and juliet
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leonrdo diaprio
Favourite TV Show: charmed,buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: korn
Comments:
leo is not GAY ok. i believe in freedom of speech but remember it is wrong 2 say untrue thing.
LEONARDO DICAPRIO IS A FUCKING BABE!
ana - 06/15/00 00:59:41
My URL:http://titanic
My Email:magsmom
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: all of it
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: hercules:the legendary journeys
Favourite Band/Singer: michael jackson
Comments:
im really enjoy all your movies i think its great.
you are the best actor in the world.
Kalli - 06/09/00 08:50:16
My URL:http://kalli.20m.com
My Email:kalli@20m.com
Favourite Leo Movie: There is a good leo movie??
Another Favourite Movie: The Matrix
Favourite Actor: Anyone but Leo
Favourite TV Show: Just shoot me
Favourite Band/Singer: Limp Bizkit
Comments:
LEO SUX!! HE IS THE BIGGETS CRACKPOT LOOSER EVER!! HE IS A PUSSY FREAK AND HAS A LITTLE HOLE IN HIS FOREHEAD (I REKON HE PUNCHED HIMSELF IN THE HEAD AND ALL HIS BRAINS FELL OUT) AND HES A CRAPPY ACTOR. ID RATHER SCRAPE THE SHIT OUT OF A TOILET THAN WATC
A LEO MOVIE (ALTHOUGH I ADMIT I HAVE SEEN TITANIC AND I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT LAUGHED WHEN LEO DROWNED, AND EVEN THEN IT WAS SHIT ACTING....A WASTE IF MONEY)WELL, THATS ABOUT IT IM GLAD I GOT HIM OUT OF MY SYSTEM.
Nicola Barry - 06/05/00 16:49:44
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gibert Grape?
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: David Boreanaz
Favourite TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel
Favourite Band/Singer: Sisqo, The Thong Song @ the mo
Comments:
I'm not a Leo fan but I do disagree on a few things. Someone who can act faultlessly as a retard must be able to act. I don't like his films apart from Romeo & Juliet but only because i love shakespeare but his acting was good in What's Eating Gilbert G
ape. To answer ur question about why Leo fans visit ur web page is because they are curious of the reasons why u hate him so much. I don't like him but too me honest i feel quite sorry for him. Just think about it u don't even know him he may be a real
y nice bloke in person. I can also understand why the fans are pissed off with u. It's because you slag them off all the time. U believe that u should have ur own opinion but so can they!!! I think u had better mature a bit b4 u carryon slagging off p
ople u don't even know. It could get you in a heap of trouble.
Crystal McCorkle - 05/26/00 20:16:15
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/ab3/flatulence/MainPage.html
My Email:mccorklegirl@married-not.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite TV Show: Malcolm in the Middle
Comments:
Hey everybody! Visit my website if you hate Rose!
(From Titanic) Or even if you don't hate her, visit it anyway! This website is still growing and growing and growing, so keep visiting!
Stephaniemarie - 05/21/00 13:40:49
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/prettyflowers_us/ewanoftitanic.html
My Email:smhpinkroses@juno.com
Favourite Actor: Ewan Stewart(especially as first officer murdoch)
Comments:
I'm not a fan of Leonardo but I just wanted everyone to visit my website. It's still growing and improving so keep visiting!
jane elizabeth - 04/07/00 09:23:30
My Email:www.prescotschool.com
Favourite Leo Movie: BASKET BALL DIARIES
Another Favourite Movie: TITANIC
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: GREENDAY
Comments:
MY NAME IS JANE FENNAH AND I LOVE LEONARDO DICAPRIO I LOVE GREEN DAY TO
priya - 04/03/00 20:30:04
My Email:scullyanderson@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: The Mighty, Playing By Heart and X Files
Favourite Actor: Gillian Anderson
Favourite TV Show: The X Files
Favourite Band/Singer: N Sync
Comments:
your page ROCKS!! Leo sucks!! Leonardo DiCRAPio!
amber - 03/24/00 16:34:02
My Email:SkOoTiE@GURL.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: Marvin's room
Another Favourite Movie: all leo movies
Favourite Actor: leo dicapro
Favourite TV Show: Wrestling
Favourite Band/Singer: 98*
Comments:
this page sucks!!!!!! Leo is
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
fine!!!!!! You guys are in denile and your
probably just jealouse that you guys don't have
boy friends as FINE a
The masked Arsebandit - 03/18/00 05:06:22
My Email:satanic_head_bitey@notme.com
Favourite Band/Singer: Machine head
Comments:
leo is so pretty, i think im going to make him my wife.
ASHLEY DREGER - 03/07/00 21:06:49
My Email:DREGERA@YRHS.YSD.SK.CA
Favourite Leo Movie: ROMEO+JULEIT
Another Favourite Movie: BASKETBALL DIARIES
Favourite Actor: SKEET ULRICH
Favourite TV Show: DREW CAREY
Favourite Band/Singer: OAOSIS
Comments:
YOU GUYS HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRITIC LEO BITCHES
John - 03/03/00 04:35:54
My URL:http://home.early.com/~jch404
My Email:jch404@early.com
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: None in recent years
Favourite Actor: Homer Simpson
Favourite TV Show: Baywatch (only for skin/scenery, not content)
Favourite Band/Singer: U2, Chrissy & the Pretenders
Comments:
Leo is so uninteresting. He's not particularly handsome or cute, or gifted dramatically. He claims he'd be the first to admit he just got lucky. But we don't know. Maybe a slick agent told him to say that and in reality he may be stuck on himself. Ei
her way, neither he nor his life is any prize to anyone. But don't forget - a lot of people are like flies. They see other flies eating a pile, they figure it must be delicious.
Yvonne - 02/18/00 12:32:48
My Email:yvonne_2h@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: ally mcbeal+the x-files
Comments:
Your site is fantastic!!!!!
Leo sucks big time and i totally agree! He's damn sissy and spastic and simply the uglist guy on earth!!!!! David Duchovny is just a little bit better than that..........but u guys are simply unbeievable!!
Valerie Moon - 02/15/00 21:37:51
My URL:http://www.liespeopletell.com
My Email:sweetthang@liespeopletell.com
Comments:
Want to get your own Cool email address free? Go to www.liespeopletell.com and get one for yourself. It's Great! I have already won a Great T-shirt and it was so easy!
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- 02/06/00 04:07:07
Favourite Leo Movie: No, Dont HAve one
Favourite Actor: Jack Nickolson
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Why Do you have to say stuff like that , you guy's have low selfesteem , we all can see that !!!! LOL!!! go do something better , your just jelous that he's famous and your not and nobody likes you , i guess.
Ms^Eternity - 02/02/00 02:16:56
Favourite Leo Movie: was gilbert grape a movie??
Another Favourite Movie: cant hardly wait
Favourite Actor: seth green
Favourite TV Show: NYBD blue
Favourite Band/Singer: 666
Comments:
i dont know why leo lovers come into an anti leo site. LIKE HELLO! also, in australia girls love him and i'm sick of it! MAKE MORE ANTI-LEO SITES!!!!! I once broke a girls nose cause she was babbling on about leo!
I'd like to say that i completely LOATH leo and I'm proud of it!!!!
Mrs. DiCaprio - 01/31/00 20:48:23
My Email:DiShanVic@webtv.net
Favourite Leo Movie: All them
Another Favourite Movie: The Beach not yet
Favourite Actor: The New Leonardo DiCprio
Favourite TV Show: That 70 Show
Favourite Band/Singer: Michael Jackson
Comments:
Leonardo is the best acting I know. And I don't
like it when people like you say Leonardo is guy
and Leo is not guy people so lever him along. Why do you hate or want to hurt him. You know What Leonardo you have to hurt me befour him
becaues no one never hurt my favourite acting
Leonardo and I'll rest my life for his becaues I
love Leonardo with all my heart and I'll do anying
for him and that what love is stand up for people
you don't know. So stop Leonardo if out there you
are not along and I with you always and Leonardo I
love you
Shannon - 01/31/00 20:23:42
My Email:DiShanVic@webtv.net
Favourite Leo Movie: All them
Another Favourite Movie: The Beach not yet
Favourite Actor: The New Leonardo DiCprio
Favourite TV Show: That 70 Show
Favourite Band/Singer: Michael Jackson
Comments:
Leonardo is the best acting I know. And I don't like it when people like you say Leonardo is guy and Leo is not guy people so him along. Why do you hate or want to hurt him. You What if you want to hurt Leonardo you have to hurt me befour him becaues no o
e never hurt my favourite acting Leonardo and I'll rest my life for his becaues I love Leonardo with all my heart and I'll do anying for him and that what love is stand up for people you don't know. So stop Leonardo if out there you are not along and I wi
h you always and Leonardo I love you
- 01/24/00 23:38:42
Comments:
Canadians suck!!!!!
rachel - 01/02/00 18:31:05
Favourite Leo Movie: eeeewwwwww!
Another Favourite Movie: Robin Hood-Men in Tights
Favourite Actor: None, really
Favourite TV Show: simpsons/futurama
Favourite Band/Singer: wierd al
Comments:
love the page.it's really funny, and i agree with you guys. no offense. i think that the people who get mad at you over this page are, like you, entitled to their own opinion, but do they have to cuss you out? i was reading this with my little brother in
he room, and i had to make him go upstairs. if any of you leo-lovers want to answer me, go ahead, but use intellectual language, please. you CAN find other words, such as worm, turd...
monica - 12/23/99 04:15:49
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: critters
Favourite Actor: meg ryan
Favourite TV Show: ren &stimpy
Favourite Band/Singer: tlc
Comments:
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Some might say - 12/16/99 14:47:29
Favourite Leo Movie: Come on !
Another Favourite Movie: Now and Then
Favourite Actor: Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: Big Fight Live
Favourite Band/Singer: I like everything
Comments:
"Fiction can be fun, but I find the reference section just that little bit more interesting"
Hail'n'kill - 12/11/99 14:37:43
Comments:
I would like to make the world remembering that it's a Leo lover page.So evry haters coming here are showing that they have a little IQ.
The girl coming here must be lesbians because it's impossible to resist to his charm.And with this, they must have tastes of W.C .
The guys coming here must be jealous of him because he has more girls than them. They should acknoweldge instead of beeing small dicks speaking hidden by nick names.
It's no use answering this message because i will not come here again and that if you anwer,you will show to evryone your small capacity to reflect that maybe you are doing something useless and ridiculous.
sexy - 11/26/99 07:03:09
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: this boys life
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: blink 182
Comments:
you people suck how could you rag on someone you dont know you fags im sorry to use profane termonology but you people need to stop creating these lame ass pages do something more productive loser, i dont like leo or anything but thats just rude and mean.
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Elle Angel - 11/25/99 03:14:59
My Email:elledot123@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: bite me
Another Favourite Movie: the wedding singer,happy gilmore,the waterboy.....
Favourite Actor: adam sandler
Favourite TV Show: anything on MTV
Favourite Band/Singer: smash mouth,blink 182
Comments:
I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT LEO SUCKS ASS!!!WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WASTE ALL YOUR TIME GAZING AT HIS PICS??I KNOW BECAUSE I USED TO BE A FAN BUT IT DIDNT LAST VERY LONG CAUSE I WASNT STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FOR ALL THAT GAY-ASS TEENY-BOPPER CRAP,SO STOP WASTING YO
R TIME AND USE IT ON SOMTHING ELSE,LIKE GETTING A LIFE.
johnnyrotten'sgal - 11/15/99 20:09:50
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: gone with the wind
Favourite Actor: aurelien wiik
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: johnnyrotten
Comments:
nothing against gays but leandra don't say it's their choice cos it's not true ask any gay person THEY DON'T CHOOSE!
Priya - 11/15/99 18:23:10
Favourite Leo Movie: I hate his movies!
Another Favourite Movie: Playing By Heart, The Mighty
Favourite Actor: Gillian Anderson, Ryan Phillippe
Favourite TV Show: The X Files, Buffy the vampire slayer, 7th Heaven and Providence
Favourite Band/Singer: N Sync, 98 Degrees
Comments:
I HATE LEONARDO DICAPRIO SO MUCH. HE SUXS!
Jose Richardson - 11/05/99 18:43:13
My Email:drdangs@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE
Another Favourite Movie: A Time To Kill
Favourite Actor: Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: Soul Asylum
Comments:
FAGNARDO DUMBCAPRIO SUXXXX. There was a article some days back that DumbLeo beat Elizabeth Berkley's bf and damaged his larynx, cuz she rejected DumbLeo. That faggot is getting violent
tonya - 10/25/99 23:57:00
My Email:tonya47150@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: 10 things i hate about you
Favourite Actor: leo and heath
Favourite TV Show: ally
Favourite Band/Singer: blink 182
Comments:
your jealous bitches because your probaly ugly and you cant have him
Ingrid - 10/12/99 08:31:35
My Email:chang_i@mailcity.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: Sense&Sensibility
Favourite Actor: many
Favourite TV Show: many
Favourite Band/Singer: Sixpence None the Richer & Cheryl Crow
Comments:
Cool page! Unique sense of humour! I'm a Leo hater from China. I'm very much sick of his looks, acting, ....,the movie Titanic, the song from the movie¡¡nearly everything about him. But my views on the guy changed a little bit recently. You know abo
t a year ago, a Chinese gymnast had a very severe accident when she was in a championship in US. She has lost consciousness from below chest since then and can't stand up for rest of her life. Poor girl! She's young (15 or something) and a big fan of L
o. While she was treated in US, she expressed her wish to see Leo(stupid wish!). I don't know how, but Leo learned. He went to the hospital, brought the girl gifts, and chatted with her for an hour or so. It's moving. You guys may think he did it bec
use he wanted to get publicity and good reputation. But I don't think so. I mean if those are his intention, he could have much more better choices instead of that - the girl is nobody, neither famous nor good looking, I believe few people know about th
story(even in China). He did it simply because he wanted to do something for the girl to make her feel better. Well, that's the story I'd like to share. I must restate that I STILL DISLIKE Leo. However, the story shows that at least he has a normal,
human, not-too-bad heart.
Ingrid
Leandra - 10/10/99 18:14:51
My Email:Leandra@btinternet.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All of them
Another Favourite Movie: Truman Show
Favourite Actor: Leonardo sexy DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: anything involving Leo
Favourite Band/Singer: Hannah sclub who likes Leo also
Comments:
Look you guys are entitled to your opinion!!!!
But can't you put it across in a nicer way and less offensive, How can you wish someone dead that is so cruel, I read that Leo surfs the net to find out what his fans want from him-And what if he stumbled across your page it's just so mean. Leonardo is re
lly talanted and at the least deserves your respect-He is a nice guy who gives lots of money to different charaties and all this rubbish about him being linked with the enviromental issues in The Beach is trash Leo just acted in it coz he liked the book i
is not up to him where it is shot and he can't stop the ruining of the enviroment and anyway Leo is an enviromentalist so please untill you know him don't be so offensive, I know us fans don't know him but we read so much about him and see interviews wit
himself and freinds we get the general idea he is a nice guy, Just because Leo-Mania has ended doesn't mean you have to conform, Please Stop The Hate!!!
And why do you keep calling him gay??as if it's an insult what is wrong with gay people don't be so nasty towards homosexuals it's their choice-and that's to everyone who descriminates gays!!!
Leaf - 09/27/99 21:06:22
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Comments:
I am a Leo fan....but i'm not offended cause it's not my business....Actually, i just came on to say America sux but i realized this was CANADIAN!! I'm from Toronto. CANADA RULEZ!!
Julie - 08/27/99 10:56:22
My Email:killleo@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none of them!! i like movies with males in them!
Another Favourite Movie: austin powers
Favourite Actor: paul mcdermott
Favourite TV Show: good news week
Favourite Band/Singer: silverchair
Comments:
KILL LEO STOP THE TEENYBOPPER INSANITY WE WANT A LEO FREE WORLD!
Alana Dobbs - 08/21/99 23:56:38
My Email:rodmaner@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: Playing By Heart
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillippe
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leo BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
i hate leo. ya
i am also proudly canadian from ontario.
Actor Claire Danes - 08/13/99 04:11:50
My Email:can't give out...
Favourite Leo Movie: no
Another Favourite Movie: no
Favourite Actor: Me
Favourite TV Show: nysnc
Favourite Band/Singer: anything
Comments:
I used date with Leo with Romeo and Juliet. I feel mad about it....now I don't like him.. but I get over it I got better boyfriends... You peoples male are cute :-)
JULIET - 08/12/99 21:30:04
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO&JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite Band/Singer: DES'REE AND CELINE DION
Comments:
I LOVE LEO VERY VERY MUCH
- 08/12/99 21:28:20
Comments:
Casey - 08/07/99 21:52:29
My Email:beaniebaby500@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: None!
Another Favourite Movie: None that has Leo in it
Favourite Actor: Brendan Fraser
Favourite TV Show: Mad Tv
Favourite Band/Singer: KoRn
Comments:
Leo plays with himself! Trust me, I hate the fucking shit out of him!
leo hater - 08/07/99 05:33:31
Favourite Leo Movie: no way!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: hahahaahahahahahahaha
Favourite Actor: hmmm...i have a lot
Favourite TV Show: felicity
Favourite Band/Singer: oasis
Comments:
ok first of all im a girl yes! im am! and i HATE
leonardo!!! yuck! i wouldnt watch "the beach" even if someone paid me 3 million$ and gave me a brand new ferrari, i hate him! and i know a lot of other girls that HATE him just like me, so.....not all girls love leo! no way!! HE SUXXXX! he thinks he is c
te hahahaha he is just a stupid "actor" that thinks he is a "cute boy" and thank god he wont be playing anakin on star wars ep2!! KILL LEO!!!!
SK - 07/30/99 08:52:08
Favourite Leo Movie: What are you talking about??
Another Favourite Movie: ShawShank Redemption
Comments:
I recently read in some magazine that The Beach starring (Sound like a joke doesn't it?)Lonardo dumbcaprio has damaged the rain forests or something like that. Another reason to hate LEO!
Sk8hrd - 07/26/99 05:11:19
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/TimesSquare/Bridge/9963/SK8HRD_SE.html
My Email:steel_avalanche@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: You gotta be kidding!
Another Favourite Movie: Orgazmo
Favourite Actor: Ben Stiller
Favourite TV Show: Red Dwarf (kickass!)
Favourite Band/Singer: Silverchair!!!!!
Comments:
You people are so dumb if you actually believe that Leo is actually worth taking the time to mold yet another cheep plastic statue called an acadamy award. Leo is a goat sadomizer and a piniata spanker that should get put to sleep like a sad rabid dog.
e can't act, and he's a bastard. Besides, if you other sad chicks take interest in gay horny bastard homosexuals that like to sadomize young boys alike, then you obviously need some serious help. You also need to learn some reading skills, cause then yo
would have read the warning and you wouldnt even be here. (but I would suppose that recieving hatemail is fun, so by all means, go right ahead). I'd just like to end things by saying get a life, there are much better looking more decent non Michael Jack
on wanabe male specimines out there that don't like to copulate with young boys who actually look like men, and even some with chisled god-like physiques, (yummy).
Steve - 07/20/99 18:30:46
Comments:
That gay bastard raped my dog.
Clints_GRL_99 - 07/15/99 01:19:33
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: Ever After
Favourite Actor: Joshua Jackson
Favourite TV Show: Blue's Clue's
Favourite Band/Singer: MOFFATTS (clint)
Comments:
Leo Sucks! He's soooo RANK! I love this page. And to all the people who came in here defending Leo, you're just stupid. This page came with a warning and if you like him you never should have come in here. Leonardo Dicaprio is so gross. EWWWWW!!!!!
I think I saw him at the Gay Rights parade. hahaha
He had his own float!!!
If you want to see a hot guy, go to a Moffatts page! CLINT!!!!!!!sweetness!
Fairy Godmother - 07/11/99 03:03:55
My Email:pie@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: who knows ?!?!
Another Favourite Movie: other movies not leo
Favourite Actor: Adam Sandler
Favourite TV Show: anything!
Favourite Band/Singer: Nsync
Comments:
Leonardo,
I know you;re lonely.... I know you're gay. but why don't you marry to mike tyson or michael jackson !!!!! Go ask them now!!!!
GinFlower - 07/04/99 07:13:03
My Email:gin_flower@yahoo.com
Comments:
This is not a rumor! Geocities, Angelfire, Xoom, Tripod, and
other free web servers are cracking down on hate and humor
pages for celebrities and singers. They claim that these pages are a
"violation of the user agreement to refrain from using offensive
materials". But this is a violation of our personal right to freedom of speech and
expression. Please join the cause to fight this violation by
signing my petition to have these anti-pages put back up. So far, about 25 anti pages including
ones for anti- BSB, Nsync, Britney Spears, and others have been
taken down and more are sure to follow. This is
unfair to everyone that ever had an opinion. Please support the
cause by doing one of the following:
Either send me your full real name to add to the petition
(with PETITION in the subject line)
my email: gin_flower@yahoo.com
Or send me a request for petition and I will send you a copy
for you to sign and send back to me.
Please support the cause and take back your right to freedom
of speech. After I collect enough names, I will send this petition
to every major web service on the Internet. Thanks for the support.
romina - 06/29/99 19:24:51
My Email:www.rominaenietti@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo y julieta
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: alpacino
Favourite Band/Singer: rolling stone
Comments:
i am argentine and i speak spanish, but i like leo,hi is a good actor and hi has a baby face.
leo + leo:$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Pippa - 06/22/99 21:32:42
Comments:
Whether or not you like Leo is your business. However, putting up a crude hate page, complete with an animated GIF of Leo getting killed, is sick, and shows everyone just how sick you are. Besides, taking the effort to dedicate a hate page to someone just
because you don't like them shows how immature and ignorant you really are. Get a life, and quit wasting bandwidth with such a dorky webpage.
*flush*
Samantha Rose - 06/22/99 21:24:01
My Email:whatever.com
Comments:
Sick page people! I would go around calling yourselves women, you have no class. And if you are in deed heterosexuals why are you announcing it to everyone? Obviously not secure in your sexuality. Look at how many unintelligent "Leo Haters" but their favo
rite TV show at Growing Pains, wake up people Leo was in that! DUHH!!! Hopefully you'll grow up a little once you graduate Jr. High.
Musician - 06/15/99 05:45:21
My URL:http://don't have one
My Email:Musician@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NO! they all sucks!
Another Favourite Movie: Nah!!
Favourite Actor: Robin Williams
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains and Full Houses
Favourite Band/Singer: nysnc
Comments:
Leo sucks! I saw you at basketball diaries that you pay guys to suck your dick!! Leo is gay!!why don't you suck Michael Jackson's dick! Hey I think Jim is right! I think you girls should stay with your husbands,boyfriends and Best friends
JO - 06/14/99 21:06:56
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: Anaconda, Scream 2, Wild Things, Shopping, and Air Force One
Favourite Actor: Harrison Ford, and Neve Campbell
Favourite TV Show: Full House, Friends, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and UNhappily Ever After
Comments:
Leo is just so cute! NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's the worse, and ugliest person I've ever seen!
Jim - 06/14/99 08:02:37
My Email:Frittsj@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: nope
Another Favourite Movie: nope
Favourite Actor: Adam Sandler and others
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: anytimes
Comments:
I don't like Leo becuase I saw Leo kissed other boys it make sick. Be honestly My wife don't like leo too...and My sister in law don't like Leo too.. becuase Leo is gay.. Hey Girls I know you loves Leo.... but I know Leonardo won't loves you back...... wh
don't you girls go with your husbands,boyfriends and best friends...
Morticia - 06/08/99 22:01:06
My Email:social_enemy61@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none. they all suck.
Another Favourite Movie: The Crow
Favourite Actor: Brandon Lee
Favourite TV Show: Tom Green show
Favourite Band/Singer: Marilyn Manson, Korn, and Tool
Comments:
Leo sucks!!!!!! DIE LEO DIE!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!! DDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!GO TO HELL!!
THE ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEO IS A FREAKING FAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Secret angle - 06/06/99 13:12:55
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: N'syn and Backstreet Boys
Comments:
You people suck, you are realy bitches. Fuck you because Leo is the cutest sexiest and hotest man that ever lived on earth and you are just jealous because you are too ugly like racoons.
Johnny Luvin - 05/15/99 16:53:11
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Any other where he's horny
Favourite Actor: Leo's ass
Favourite TV Show: Saturday Night Live
Favourite Band/Singer: Blink182
Comments:
Don't just go steriotypin the girls here. I mean, us guys love him to.(Just look at that TIGHT ass) And if he didn't care about his fans, he wouldn't have slept with me. SO LAY OFF THE GIRLS
Johnny
amber dickerson - 05/08/99 21:59:18
My Email:jphuskey@montana,net
Favourite Leo Movie: marvins room
Another Favourite Movie: the fifth element
Favourite Actor: robin williams
Favourite TV Show: darma and greg
Favourite Band/Singer: news boys
Comments:
I think that your net work is cool i say that leo can get a life he's so gay and i want him to die i mean who dosen't and some of those pics. are so funny
amber
Claire - 05/01/99 14:52:26
Favourite Leo Movie: All of them
Another Favourite Movie: Scream
Favourite Actor: DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Eastenders
Favourite Band/Singer: Another Leval
Comments:
I do think that Leo is good looking. But he says that he preferes ordenary girls, so if hye does, why does he always go out with the bimbo's?
robert66 - 04/29/99 22:41:10
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic, ie, the kate winslet scene
Favourite Band/Singer: korn
Comments:
I know a guy who works for a magzine who interveiwed leo, he says leo is a arogant baboon
also who in the world dresses like that???
girls call that style retards also finaly girls Who dont like leo!! thanks for using your minds!
- 04/26/99 13:19:15
Comments:
CHERELLE - 04/22/99 09:05:08
My Email:KATEWNFAN@AOL.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: EVERY DAMN MOVIE HE IS IN!!!!!!!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: ANYTHING WITH LEO DAMMIT!!!!!!!
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO WONDERFUL DICAPRIO!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS ONLY WHEN LEOS IN IT, AND FAMILY MATTERS, PLUS FULL HOUSE!!!!!!!!
Favourite Band/Singer: BSB, N SYNC, CELINE DION, MARAH CAREY!!!!!!!!
Comments:
I LOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE LEONARDO DICAPRIO HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BEAUTIFUL AND HE HAS SO MUCH DAMN TALENT AND THIS PAGE SUCKS LEO IS THE BEST YOU DUMB BITCHES WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE MAKING FUN OF LE
THIS WAY? IF YOU HATE HIM SO DAMN MUCH WHY THE HELL DO YOU WASTE YOUR TIME ON HIM? DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DUMBASSES WELL ANYWAYS I DIDNT THINK ANYTHING ON THIS PAGE WAS FUNNY EVEN THE LEO INTERVIEW WELL ANYWAYS THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY I LOOOOOOV
VVVEEEEE LLLLLLEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO ALL YOU LEO HATES GET A FUCKING DAMN LIFE!!!!!!!!!! YOU SUCK!!!!!!!!!!
TESS - 04/11/99 19:25:35
Favourite Leo Movie: ROMEO & JULIETT
Another Favourite Movie: TITANIC
Favourite Actor: LEEEO!!!
Comments:
LEEEEEOOOO IS THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!
amanda - 04/04/99 13:05:01
My Email:taz8@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: the ones hes not in
Another Favourite Movie: anything leos not in
Favourite Actor: ben alflect
Favourite TV Show: tom green show
Favourite Band/Singer: d m x
Comments:
cool this is my favorite page rock on!!!!
Tara & Rachel - 04/04/99 02:14:56
My Email:Chic638@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Liar Liar
Favourite Actor: I am not sure.........
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: EmineM, Sublime
Comments:
You guys are right! Leonardo is getting old..........but gosh he is not that bad! And not wr arent in love with him but we respect him as an actor and a prissy little sh*t! You guys are being way too hard and you have too much time on your hands!!!!! Fro
Tara and Rachel!!!
aprumpa - 03/28/99 18:14:44
My Email:aprumpa@as.if.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo and juliet
Favourite Actor: nicolas cage
Favourite TV Show: beverly hills 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: will smith
Comments:
all leo lovers should get some sereouse help!
i mean just look at him! hes a girl!
i dont think that we girls should love girls...
/i hate leo
sanela - 03/28/99 12:23:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo&Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Ricky Lake
Favourite Band/Singer: Whitney Houston
Comments:
Jenna and Sandra - 03/26/99 17:00:19
Comments:
leo lover - 03/14/99 21:00:00
Favourite Leo Movie: tıtanıc
Another Favourite Movie: the man in the airon mask
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine dion
Comments:
I LOVE LEONARDO HE İS GOOD (I LOVE YOU LEO)
- 03/14/99 20:46:04
Comments:
hey you are stupid ok
allison - 03/09/99 23:30:34
Favourite Leo Movie: titicanic
Comments:
Leonardo DiCaprio - 03/07/99 03:34:48
My Email:Leo@hollywood.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Bob's adventures in butt Fucking
Favourite Actor: ME
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Prince
Comments:
This site Sucks! I am the greatest! you bitch!
I'll sing my favorite song!
I am gay, Some people say, that I'm Gay
When I see a fat woman, I say " Get outta my way,
I am Gay, Some people say, That I'm Gay
When I go to the bay, I suck the barnicles off my Dingy,
I am Gay, Some people say, that I'm Gay
When I see a hot looking Man I may, ask them out
I am Gay, Some people say, That I'm Gay
-The End-
amanda - 02/28/99 18:50:22
My Email:girlyskater13@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: all sucks
Another Favourite Movie: lots
Favourite Actor: ban affleck
Favourite TV Show: lots
Favourite Band/Singer: the offsping and more
Comments:
leo is a fag!!i feel sorry for all the boyfriends that their girls love leo more then them!! leo should get run over by a yellow bus!!
Amanda-
Aliuchuee Hewitt - 02/22/99 16:11:35
My Email:see my other message, foes
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: Hercules and the craft
Favourite Actor: Benny aflec
Comments:
I worship satan, yup. It's fun. He is my one and only god. Die christians!!!!!!
Duchovnik - 02/22/99 16:09:13
Favourite Leo Movie: zippo
Another Favourite Movie: ya know by now
Favourite Actor: duh
Favourite TV Show: See previous signings
Favourite Band/Singer: See previous signings
Comments:
Tigerlily, you are a naughty girl. But it is hilarious. I want leo to die. Notice I didn't capitalize his name. This is because he is not important. I love David Duchov. I missed X Files last night. Do you know what happened Tigerlily? You are bee
aaatches! All of you! Die leo- loving blobs of crap w/ feet. I mean it. I agree w/ Allichuee. Christianity sucks. I'll write in later. See ya, pals
Tigerlily - 02/20/99 19:39:44
Favourite Leo Movie: you know
Another Favourite Movie: you know
Favourite Actor: you know
Favourite TV Show: you know
Favourite Band/Singer: you know
Comments:
I hate Leo yes I do. He ugly and racist and bisexual. Thanks! Eh oh cuvanno sisters
Angela "alichuee" Hewitt - 02/20/99 19:37:24
My Email:Lil'frogger@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: the Craft
Favourite Actor: Ben Affleck
Favourite TV Show: lots
Favourite Band/Singer: lots
Comments:
Hey, you ugly foes out the in Leo world. You are all fat assed bitches. You all have disgusting crotch rot. Go get yourselves real men. I hate you all. Die all of you, you are all stupid Christians. Christianity sucks ass wipes! E-mail me and tell
me what you think. Hey Duchovnik and Duchovnik2. Guess who this is?!
Duchovnik - 02/19/99 16:46:29
Favourite Leo Movie: Zero, none, ewwwwwww
Another Favourite Movie: Psycho, Amistad, X- Files, The Craft, Psycho 2
Favourite Actor: Anthony Perkins, Vince Vaughn, David Duchovny, Morgan Freeman, many, many more....
Favourite TV Show: Mad TV, The X Files, Friends, Whose Line is it Anyway
Favourite Band/Singer: Eve 6, Sheryl Crow, Sarah McLachlan, many, many more
Comments:
I absolutely detest that disgusting feeble-minded blob of crap you named Leo. I hate him as I've never hated anyone before. I hate him religiouisly. He is ugly and racist and I want to see him roasted over an open flame. Hey, I feel a song coming on..
" Leo's roasting, on an open fire" he he. Okay, I'm done laughing. He has no acting skills at all. He should study the work of Anthony Perkins, but he'd probably try to copy his every move. Anthony Perkins... Now there is an actor who knew what he wa
doing. He was actually believable. Can you mentally retarded teeny boppers spell or even decipher the meaning of believable? I didn't think so. But to help you out I'll give you an example of someone who is unbelievable. Leo. Now here's are actors
ho can do his job well, Anthony. Vince Vaughn. David Duchov. Matthew Perry. I could fill up this entire guest book message with actors who are or were better than the crap with feet but I haven't the time or the patience. But I think I have showed yo
stupid, lazy ass, BLIND Leo lovers my point. You know he can't act but you don't want to admit it because you feel the same way about him as my dog did about people's legs before we had him nuetered. You know what I mean. Anthony's work is so underate
but Leo's far too greatly overrated. Open your eyes, ass holes. The money spent on filming that far too extravagent movie Titanic could have been used for far more important things. Helping people in the mid-east or Russia. Feeding the hungry. Medic
l help for those who are in desparete need of it. Or even trying to find missing silent films, like Cleopatra or Madame DuBarry or Solome. ( All are Bara films that I've listed.) But you don't care about them do you? You raving about Leo's less than a
pealing appearance while the rest of the world mourns a great leader and man, King Hussien of Jordan. You probably don't even know who he was. He stayed in Minnesota for a while so, I feel espcially sad. Well, I've said my peace.
Shania - 02/19/99 15:44:25
Favourite Leo Movie: alle
Another Favourite Movie: kein
Favourite Actor: Leonardo natürlich
Favourite TV Show: Growing pains
Comments:
I love Leo.
I love Leo.
I love Leo.
He's so handsom and fair.
Ihr seid wirklich total durcheinander.
Der liebe Leo hat wirklich nichts falsches gemacht!!!!
Und er ist auch kein Homo!!!!
Seine Freundin Kristin ist sogar vielleicht schwanger!!!
Also, hör auf mit diesem Blödsinn!!!!
Leo ist lieb!!!
Lyz - 02/10/99 02:45:54
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/sunsetstrip/studio/2626/RULES.html
My Email:leofan25@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Empire Records
Favourite Actor: Leonardo of course
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Fleetwood Mac
Comments:
Why do you hate Leonardo so much? I am asking all Leonardo DiCaprio fans to come to my Leonardo page. I took it over from my sister and hope to add a lot more to it. Thanks to one and all!
you wish. - 02/07/99 13:06:53
My Email:Fuck you
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: Leo of course
Favourite TV Show: Clueless
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine dion/steps
Comments:
I think you are a load or fucking arss lickers. Bastards.Fuck sowhere else....
LeoLover - 02/01/99 01:08:05
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic/Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Armaggeddon
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio ( I think he is a good actor
Favourite TV Show: The Hugley's and Guinnes World Records
Favourite Band/Singer: Tupac
Comments:
I love Leo DiCaprio but I thought that your fake interview with Leo was quite funny. I know alot of Leo fans would have found that offensive but I don't I thought it was funny. Oh well I'm gone. Bye
LeoLover - 02/01/99 01:04:56
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic/Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Armaggeddon
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio ( I think he
Comments:
Tigerlily - 01/23/99 18:36:09
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: the craft
Favourite Actor: Adam Sandler, Vince Vahn
Favourite TV Show: Felicity, Mad tv
Favourite Band/Singer: my very own band: Enchantress
Comments:
Okay, Hello Duchovnik and Duchovnic2 cuvanno forever! Now... Leo. Let's see... He's ugly,
stupid, fat, a bad actor and so on. I'll bet all you mother fucking leo lovers never had a boyfriend. Well, I have. So if you stop loving that dip shit, perhaps you'll have a chance of getting someone to love you. My ex-boyfriend wants to get back wit
me for the fourth time. But I don't know. I'm not as desperate as you are. Today, I'm going to a make-out party and so I intend to have some "quality time" with my crush. By quality time I mean like seven minutes in the closet. so, I have some advi
e for all you fat- assed mother fuckers out there. Ditch the bitch Leo and get yourselves some real men.. or women because if you like Leo your probably going to turn out lesbians because of the trauma. Fuck all those Leo lovers. Leo dreams about fuck
ng all of you... at the same time ... and his dog, thetown chicken and the priest. Christians think they are so much better than everyone else in the world. (are you all chicken shit christians?) Oh, and drop the "you guys are just jealous of Leo" shit
ecause its not true and you know it. It's getting rather old, bitches. Fuck you. Cuvanno forever. Enchantress rocks. Cher sucks. Leo sucks. This web page rocks! I love it! ( I certainly hope I talked some sense into all of you, if not... well...
you are doomed.
Daria - 01/23/99 12:30:36
My URL:http://www.ptt.ru
My Email:cbc@dialup.ru
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic, Man in the iron Mask.
Another Favourite Movie: Seven years in Tibet.
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio.
Favourite Band/Singer: Cher- belive, Celin Dion- My Hearte will go on
Comments:
I love Leonardo Di Caprio wey mach He is fvourite man.
Mako - 01/10/99 01:23:35
My URL:http://members.icq.com/23326976
My Email:makostier@geocities.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Uhh..... Don't ask
Another Favourite Movie: SailorMoon R
Favourite Actor: John Travolta
Favourite TV Show: Buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: Matchbox20
Comments:
Check out this page!
http://members.icq.com/23326976
me - 01/09/99 16:26:26
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Comments:
why don't you just fuck off?
me - 01/09/99 16:26:16
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Comments:
why don't you just fuck off?
Jamelle - 01/01/99 05:41:25
My Email:jamelleberry@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: ICK! none
Another Favourite Movie: Major Payne
Favourite Actor: none currently
Favourite TV Show: none currently
Favourite Band/Singer: Divine
Comments:
Snazzy page, gyrl!!! i'm glad there is someone that sees him in MY point of view! leo dicrapio should be leo dicapitated! ick ick ick
joey - 01/01/99 04:15:47
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: A Nightmare on Elmstreet
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: The Offspring
Comments:
Finally, girls that also think that Leo sucks. God this is a first, keep it going!!!
- 12/28/98 22:35:52
Favourite Leo Movie: NoNe!!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: GoOd WiLl HuNtInG
Favourite Actor: JeNsEn AkLeS (TaLk ABoUt HOTT!!)
Favourite TV Show: DaWsOnS cReEK
Favourite Band/Singer: BsB *nSyNc AaRoN cArTeR (nIcK's LiTtE bRo) 98 DeGrEeS
Comments:
CoNgRaTs To ThE GiRlS wHo MaDe ThIs!!!! ThIs Is ThE bEsT i HaVe SeEn In A wHiLe!!! AnD iT iS eVen BeTtEr tHaT iT wAs CrEaTeD bY gIrLs!!!!
Jason - 12/28/98 02:55:51
My Email:Spunky2@looksmart.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE!!!!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: Fargo
Favourite Actor: Jim Carry
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: Shania Twain
Comments:
Hey! I think that Leo is a dumbass to! Any girls who read this, e-mail me and I will give you anything you want!
Leonardo DiCaprio - 12/23/98 05:47:19
Favourite Leo Movie: all of em
Another Favourite Movie: the Godfather
Favourite Actor: have lots
Favourite TV Show: south park
Favourite Band/Singer: spice girls
Comments:
its sad how jealous you are of me , you butt fucking son of a bitch
Scout - 12/20/98 03:22:58
My URL:http://angelfire.com/biz/GeekCouncil/index.html
My Email:jean_louise_finch@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Angus
Favourite Actor: Charlie Talbert
Favourite TV Show: That 70's Show
Favourite Band/Singer: Ben Folds
Comments:
I'm not a Leo lover or a hater, I just have the utmost respect for him because he decided that he wants a place in the business and he's working his ass off to get himself there!
Duchovnik and/or Norman Bates - 12/17/98 15:53:10
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: Psycho, X Files, The Craft
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Vince Vaughn, Matthew Perry, David Schwimmer, Anthony Perkins
Favourite TV Show: X Files, Mad TV, FRIENDS, Whose Line is it Anyway?
Favourite Band/Singer: Enchantress and others too many to mention
Comments:
Leonardo Dicaprio as the scariest man to ever run a hotel? Not in this lifetime. You people have no concept of how happy I am that he turned down the part as Norman Bates. I had a dream last night where Leo was at the primere of Psycho and he was throwing
a fit because he wished he didn't turn away the part. He then killed Vince Vaughn. That was sad. But I suppose " we all go a little mad sometimes."( Nervous laughter) " Have you ever gone mad?" But anyway, it's time to bash Leo. Alright, let's begin with
is butt-ugly face. He looks like a troll. And how about his attempts to be " funny"? He only sounds stupid. Leave comedy to the cast of Mad TV. I certainly hope that they do a Leo sketch sone. And Leo's body is out of porportion. He has a fat face and a b
er belly but his limbs are like twigs. Spread the word any Minnesotans ," Tone E. Fly is areally nice guy." Get it out there ANYWAY YOU CAN. Write it on dollor bills and bathroom stalls. Believe me, it's fun. BYE! Opps, Eh oh Tigerlily and Duchovnik 2. Ma
! Coovano 4ever and so on and so on.
BLOODSTONE - 12/16/98 06:00:00
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo the talking anus
Another Favourite Movie: Leo,myth or faggot?
Favourite Actor: Sir Alex Guinness
Favourite TV Show: South park
Favourite Band/Singer: Cradle of Filth
Comments:
Leo is a pathetic, non-human piece, of worthless crap! he should be brutally beaten to death!!
preferably in front of a camera for the whole world to see!! Now that's a decraprio movie I would pay to see!!!!!!!!!!
anonymous - 12/16/98 03:14:00
My Email:mnelson@pyramid.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: There's Something About Mary
Favourite Actor: maybe leo
Favourite TV Show: the simsons or south park
Favourite Band/Singer: Sarah Maclachlan
Comments:
I have to admit, I'm a hopelessly devoted Leo fan, and I went to your page just for the helluva it...this page kicks ass! It is so awesome!!!I have a request, will you please add more to the mock interview. That made me laugh so hard . You guys are a lot
ore talented than that little fag.By the way, Canadians rule( except James Cameron, the sell out)
Mal - 12/16/98 03:10:40
My Email:mnelson@pyramid.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: There's Something About Mary
Favourite Actor: maybe leo
Favourite TV Show: the simsons or south park
Favourite Band/Singer: Sarah Maclachlan
Comments:
I have to admit, I'm a hopelessly devoted Leo fan, and I went to your page just for the helluva it...this page kicks ass! It is so awesome!!!I have a request, will you please add more to the mock interview. That made me laugh so hard . You guys are a lot
ore talented than that little fag.By the way, Canadians rule( except James Cameron, the sell out)
Duchovnik 2 - 12/14/98 23:50:10
My Email:Down in Hell.com
Favourite Leo Movie: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Another Favourite Movie: x-Files, Fools rush in, Psycho, The Craft, Cleopatra
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Mathew Perry, Vince Vaughn, David Shwimmer, Ben Affleck
Favourite TV Show: X-Files, Mad TV, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Sarah Mclachlan, Eve 6, Alanis Morrisette ect.
Comments:
This page is probably supposed to be separate from
the cool page because it is contaminated with lesbianotic Leo germs. All of you people that actually like that hole of shit should roast in hell for all eternity, I'm sure nobody would really care. I mean that offensivley. Anyway Leo is a punk-ass jerk
ho fucks his mom's pictures, "Sometimes a boy's mother is his best friend!" He is a racist faggat who rapes little kids he sees alone on the street. Mineaswell, He can't get any from Kate Winslet because of his serious breathing problems after he made
oopy with her in the film "Titanic." Anyway ya'll should get going cause the devil (Leo) is waiting for you in hell! Hello TigerLily, write back soon, Hello Duchovnik! Tony Fly is a really nice guy! See you in the other guestbook.
Duchovnik - 12/14/98 19:35:15
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: Phycho, X files, ect.
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Vince Vaughn, ect.
Favourite TV Show: X Files, Mad TV, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: certain angry musicians
Comments:
I hate Leo. He is a disgusting, racist, anorexic pervert! I hope he dies and then is reincarnated as a worm! I suppose that wasn't mean enough, though. I have too big a head ache to come up with particularly cruel things to say about Leo. But the day is s
ill young and there's always tommorrow. Leo's acting is not very good, you know? My dog could play Jack Dawson better than him. And I think the only reason people like Leo is because it is the (cough) " cool " thing to do. Some dipshit thought he looked "
good " and convinced her friends he was good looking thus creating the " Leo Lover " era. Oh! I almopst forgot to say eh oh to Tigerlily and Duchovnik 2! Eh oh! Coovano 4ever. Mah! Eglina! Ect, ect. See U on Saturday. What do you want us to bring for the
arty? See ya!
anonymous - 12/12/98 03:19:10
Favourite Leo Movie: none,i hate leo
Another Favourite Movie: armagedon
Favourite Actor: tom hanks
Favourite TV Show: dawson's creek,felicity
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet boys
Comments:
you people are so right about leo.He stinks like shit.He shouldn't act at all.I mean,people should get over him now and realise there are some new,fresh and much more cuter actors.He's so stupid in his acting especially in "the man in the iron mask"he was
a french king with an american accent.and also there should be a hate page ofr mariah carey,she stinks like shit too.So I'm very proud of you guys,keep this page alive and kicking and keep up the good work.
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Duchovnik 2 - 12/11/98 22:36:59
Favourite Leo Movie: Marvin is in LEO'S room with a rusty, dagger and he stabs him 56 times until he is notning but a bloody mess on the floor that the janitor has to clean up like he cleans up everything in the schools which suck because of the te
ny boppers like you fat-assed dick sucking leo lovers.
Another Favourite Movie: the craft, X-files, Cleopatra
Favourite Actor: david Duchovny, Mathew Perry
Favourite TV Show: Friends, Mad Tv, X-files
Favourite Band/Singer: The cure, Sarah Mclachlan, Selena, Alanis Morissette.
Comments:
Hi TigerLily! Coovano forever! You better get huggin' your Billy now! Moving on, I think that all of you drulling, son of a bitch, Leo Lovers should go to hell! Mabey you will see your gay, dick-suckin' racist thing over there. He humps his own pictures
of himself because he ran out of dogs who were interested in that kind of thing. Oh well, Humping himself, he probably thinks, is the next best thing to his Marilyn Manson posters! All you obese, plaque-toothed, brown-nosed, anti-spelling, Leo lovers can
o fuck your hore, fat-assed mama who is probably crying her eyes out because she knows she raised you like monsters! Spread the word, Tone E. Fly is a really nice guy! Write Back.
Duchovnik - 12/09/98 16:07:19
Favourite Leo Movie: The Leo In The Iron Chains Which Streach Him Out So He Breaks Apart
Another Favourite Movie: Scream and Scream 2, X Files, Armaggedon, The Craft
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Phil LaMarr, Chris Hogan, Matthew Perry, and David Schwimmer
Favourite TV Show: Friends, MAD TV, X Files
Favourite Band/Singer: The Cure, Paula Cole, Puff Daddy, William E. Smith( Will Smith for those of you who don't get the joke), Eve 6
Comments:
Eh oh Tigerlily. I've been waiting for your reply and I finnaly got it! You will not believe what you're uncle did to Duchovnik 2 and myself! I'll tell you when I call you if I get a chance.But anyway, don't you agree that these stupid bitches should get
ff they're lazy asses and exercise. That's what I do everyday and believe me teeny boppers, exercise and eating only the healthiest of foods actually makes you look good. Not the deathly (though this isn't always bad) look you get from being holed up insi
e rubbing on a Leo poster while " Touch It" plays in the background. Anyone who likes any sort of teeny bopper "idol" is fucking messed up in their heads. Grow up and stop acting like that bitch Alichuee. She is a bitch, isn't she Tigerlily? I'd say her r
al name but some people who know her are in the library with me. Leo should just take some advice from a therapist. It'll help him stop his racist veiws, his partying and getting stoned, and his pediphilic acts upon innocent little boys. I swear, when tha
so-called "man" gets older, he'll be a hunched over, drolling beast in a rain coat that exposes itself to any living being and when he's done he'll run away laughing like the crazy he is! Okay, I need to stop laughing.... Okay I'm done. Leo should go ge
the help he needs before the image I've foretold becomes reallity. And to all you "people" who think he's something special: He is a frigging racist. He can't stand any racial groups except whites. How else do you explain the lack of an asian, african, o
mexican lead actress's in his movies? (I appollogize to the races I didn't put in the list.) And I agree, what's her name is a bitch.
Duchovnik - 12/09/98 16:04:07
Favourite Leo Movie: The Leo In The Iron Chains Which Streach Him Out So He Breaks Apart
Another Favourite Movie: Scream and Scream 2, X Files, Armaggedon, The Craft
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Phil LaMarr, Chris Hogan, Matthew Perry, and David Schwimmer
Favourite TV Show: Friends, MAD TV, X Files
Favourite Band/Singer: The Cure, Paula Cole, Puff Daddy, William E. Smith( Will Smith for those of you who don't get the joke), Eve 6
Comments:
Eh oh Tigerlily. I've been waiting for your reply and I finnaly got it! You will not believe what you're uncle did to Duchovnik 2 and myself! I'll tell you when I call you if I get a chance.But anyway, don't you agree that these stupid bitches should get
ff they're lazy asses and exercise. That's what I do everyday and believe me teeny boppers exercise and eating only the healthies of foods actually makes you look good. Not the deathly (though this isn't always bad) look you get from being holed up inside
rubbing on a Leo poster while " Touch It" plays in the background. Anyone who likes any sort of teeny bopper "idol" is fucking messed up in their heads. Grow up and stop acting like that bitch Alichuee. She is a bitch, isn't she Tigerlily? I'd say her rea
name but some people who know her are in the library with me. Leo should just take some advice from a therapist. It'll help him stop his racist veiws, his partying and getting stoned, and his pediphilic acts upon innocent little boys. I swear, when that
o-called "man" gets older, he'll be a hunched over, drolling beast in a rain coat that exposes itself to any living being and when he's done he'll run away laughing like the crazy he is! Okay, I need to stop laughing.... Okay I'm done. Leo should go get
he help he needs before the image I've foretold becomes reallity. And to all you "people" who think he's something speceial: He is a frigging racist. He can't stand any racial groups except whites. How else do you explain the lack of and asian, african, o
mexican lead actress's in his movies? (I appollogize to the races I didn't put in the list.) And I agree, what's her name is a bitch.
TIGERLILY - 12/09/98 00:13:12
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE
Another Favourite Movie: The Craft
Favourite Actor: BEn Affleck
Favourite TV Show: Charmed, Daria
Favourite Band/Singer: The music from the Craft
Comments:
Okay, that person, little teeny-bopper who calls herself Eleni, how old are you?! God, you like Leo and the Backstreet boys, how immature! Grow up! I'll bet your bedroom is pink and you have teddy bears everywhere. I'm sorry if I offend you and I'm rea
ly not a mean, pissy person but that pissed me off, write back, Eleni.
TIGERLILY - 12/09/98 00:03:19
Favourite Leo Movie: well, now I'm over Titanic so.. none
Another Favourite Movie: The Craft
Favourite Actor: Ben Affleck
Favourite TV Show: Charmed
Favourite Band/Singer: The music from The Craft
Comments:
Yo, cousins! I mean, Duchovnic and Duchovnic 2! Cuvanno forever, Billitoe, jalleho, etc. Love ya, Tigerlily. Now, down to buisness. Leo is a father fucking peice of shit that has no acting abilities. He sucks his own dick( just like Marilyn Manson) a
d the dicks of little boys, too. He's gay like all you mother and father and maybe sibling fucking piles of unwanted dog shit who can't spell, read or write and are soooooooooooo fat you can't get off your lazy asses and find yourselves some real men (or
omen)!You all need to get lives and I would be happy to here from you with your comments. Just sign this guest book with what you think of me.
Eleni - 12/08/98 23:34:37
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/nj/ouijabeliever/leo.html
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Fear
Favourite Actor: LEO!
Favourite TV Show: The Real World
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Yo, I can understand you're point and all of thinking Leo is a teeny-bopper, but he's just another actor trying to make money, and no one can say that he's ugly! He's so hot, and those eyes are so pretty. As for him looking like a girl, THAT'S BULLCRAP! I
think you STUPID ASSES who create these pointless Anti-Leo pages need to GET A LIFE, AND DROP THE JEALOUSY! I think I speak for all the Leo fans when I say that. I'm 15, and I think he's hot, and I probably will for a long time. People over 20 may like hi
too! He's not just a teeny-booper, he's a really great actor, and when people make fun of him, they are showing others that they are jealous of him. It's TRUE!!!
Eleni - 12/08/98 23:34:23
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/nj/ouijabeliever/leo.html
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Fear
Favourite Actor: LEO!
Favourite TV Show: The Real World
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Yo, I can understand you're point and all of thinking Leo is a teeny-bopper, but he's just another actor trying to make money, and no one can say that he's ugly! He's so hot, and those eyes are so pretty. As for him looking like a girl, THAT'S BULLCRAP! I
think you STUPID ASSES who create these pointless Anti-Leo pages need to GET A LIFE, AND DROP THE JEALOUSY! I think I speak for all the Leo fans when I say that. I'm 15, and I think he's hot, and I probably will for a long time. People over 20 may like hi
too! He's not just a teeny-booper, he's a really great actor, and when people make fun of him, they are showing others that they are jealous of him. It's TRUE!!!
Christina - 12/07/98 03:25:09
My Email:wynnschr@pilot.msu.edu
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Favourite Actor: Tom Hanks
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: Jamiroquai
Comments:
Hey, I think your page is cool and all, and I can almost agree with what you said of him mocking mentally challenged people, maybe even not being that great an actor too. However, I have to disagree with the looks comment. C'mon girls, he is fine as hel
! Those pretty blue eyes, that hair, and of course that cute face, it looks like God took a brush and made a wonderful work of art! In your section on guys that look better than Leo, I think that Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, and Jude Law are maybe on the sam
level as Leo, but some guy you have on there named Christian is just not cute (actually rather ugly). But hey beauty is in the eye of the beholder right? If you want to visit a cool hate page try the anti-Mariah Scarey sight (Mariah Carey), now that's
bitch to hate! Alright, once again cool page, hit me with some email if you want, it would be interesting to hear from you. Bye!
Sabrina - 12/06/98 16:35:25
My URL:http://none of your buiness
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo
Comments:
You guys need to get a life and start really seeing real talent. I doubt you could do any better you stupid brain dead mental people.
duchovnik 2 - 12/05/98 19:40:44
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo steps in poison ivy!
Another Favourite Movie: x-files,scream 2,cleopatra
Favourite Actor: david duchovny, mathew perry,Ben affleck
Favourite TV Show: friends,x-files,mad tv
Favourite Band/Singer: the cure,sarah mclachlan, selena,foo fighters
Comments:
Hi TigerLily! hI duchovnik! I think leo is a mother-fuckin scrawny pimp who sucks his dadda's dick. All the Leo lovin' teeny boppers who can't spell shit, should roast in an oven for all eternity at 350* faranhite. Die Angela Hewitt! Wicca rules!
Andrea Rose - 12/05/98 03:58:59
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Gone with the Wind
Favourite Actor: Harrison Ford
Favourite TV Show: One Life to Live
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I think you all are fucking idiots! That goes for the people who write in here and say how much people "suck" for not liking Leo. Hello, people do you have no life? Whatever happened to doing normal things, like playing sports or something. Go do som
thing constructive with your lives, instead of posting messages that no one gives two fucks about!! No one cares whether you like Leo or not. At least normal people wouldn't. Well, I have to go now, back to the little place called the REAL WORLD!!!!!
Hopefully, someday you'll find your way back their, too, instead of wasting your time with pathetic comments about something that no one cares about.
duchovnik - 12/04/98 19:49:30
Favourite Leo Movie: none, ewwwwwwwwwwwwww
Another Favourite Movie: The craft, Scream, The X files
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny, Matthew Perry, and David Schwimmer
Favourite TV Show: The X Files, Mad TV
Favourite Band/Singer: Paula Cole, Puff Daddy, and others who sing angry music
Comments:
Tigerlily, HI! Mandy, HI! How is you slut? Whats up? I finally found your message. Leo sucks shit! He should go rub his tiny-itsy-bitsy dick on a tree, if he even has one. He is a fucking mongoose and a pansy silkworm. Die Leo! And Angela Hewitt should d
e with him. God damn that bitch is annoying! Enchantress Forever! Write your song for the week if you haven't already Mandinily-Billy! Write back, Bitch! And once again, Die Leo you anorexic peice of mother- wait FATHER fucking dog dick shit, DIE!!!!!!!!
!!!!!
Vicki and Vicky - 11/29/98 15:10:26
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball diarys
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: Simsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Five
Comments:
Leo is so fit . You say he's a bad actor and that he's a no talent hack! Well did you just say that because your ugly and carn't act! Who knows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So piss off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heather - 11/27/98 17:40:18
My Email:kwilder@home.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Alive
Favourite Actor: Tom Hanks
Favourite TV Show: Daria
Favourite Band/Singer: Areosmith
Comments:
Okay,I am no really a "Leo LOVER", but I do like some of his movies. Let me ask you, Why do you even care about Leo? Why? If you don't like him, that's fine. It's your opinion, but do you have to post it all over the web? It's not going to make you popula
and famous, if that's what you want. It doesn't make you cool, either. In my opinion, it just makes you stupid. Now, I am a very smart person (and I'm not being concieded)so I just think dis-liking a bad actor is enough.
ChiCkStEr|no.1 leo hater - 11/20/98 08:35:11
My Email:dmc5@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none!!
Another Favourite Movie: none!!
Favourite Actor: eddie murphy!!!!
Favourite TV Show: hmmm cartoon actually SOTHPARK!!!
Favourite Band/Singer: mel b,run dmc,puff daddy, warren g,usher,mace,janet.j
Comments:
THIS PAGE RULZZZZZ!! U GO GIRLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! LUV YA!!
Tigerlily - 11/19/98 00:21:23
My Email:Ha, ha
Favourite Leo Movie: uhhhhh....Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Scream
Favourite Actor: Ben affleck
Favourite TV Show: lots
Favourite Band/Singer: many
Comments:
Okay... here's the thing... I used to like Leo. My walls were covered with pictures of him so was my locker, funiture etc. Now, Leo is completely out of my life . To anyone who thinks he's hot after all the shit posted about him ...I have one thing to
ay: I sympathize but you seriously need to find yourself another man. Leo is totally over ( no offense).
MANDY - 11/19/98 00:14:32
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE CRAFT
Favourite Actor: BEN AFFLECK
Favourite TV Show: CHARMED
Favourite Band/Singer: TORI AMOS
Comments:
I think Leo is ugly. I admit... I used to love him but now I'm soooooo sick of him I could barf!
This website is really funny. I love it! Thanxd
Ashley - 11/17/98 01:18:28
My URL:http://yahoo
My Email:crazy113@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The man in the iron mask
Favourite Actor: not sure
Favourite TV Show: lot's of them
Favourite Band/Singer: lots
Comments:
Well I think leo-looser (no offense to the girls that like him) is a good actor but he's gay and a drugy i used to like him but beleive me when i open my eyes and saw who he really was I think he's the most horrible man in the world and a total looser if
ou have any questions please e-mail me thanks for reading .
e-mail address crazy113@hotmail.com
luv Ashley
Lauren Garland - 11/14/98 18:01:27
Favourite Leo Movie: erm....Probably Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Gone With the Wind/Wizard of Oz/The Truman Show.....
Favourite Actor: Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: haven't really got one
Favourite Band/Singer: Bryan Adams
Comments:
This page is funny! Not too offensive for Leo-lovers. I don't despise Leo, or even hate him, but I don't love him. I think he is a good actor, but nothing to drool over. He's too girly for my taste. I prefer men to have manly looks myself!................
...
Sareena - 11/10/98 05:53:00
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Clueless
Favourite Actor: Leo..... :)
Favourite TV Show: Days of Our Lives & Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: All of them
Comments:
I love Leo. But your page is pretty cool. Rude and offensive, but still one of the more entertaining ones. But for some people, this page can bring them to tears. I know you're probably thinking why leo fans come in here, but it's tempting. We see offensi
e material, and it makes us go there to do something about it, and we realize that there is nothing we can do. But anyway, what I wanted to say was don't wish Leo to die. That's going too far. VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER. It sounds corny but it's true.
Layla - 11/10/98 05:41:03
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Gone With the Wind
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Wilhelm DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Nothing in particular
Favourite Band/Singer: All of them are fine, except Marilyn Manson.
Comments:
Although I strongly disagree with what you are saying, I think that your page is a bit better than the Leo hate page. You were not as offensive, though it is a horrible page.
Trista - 11/07/98 01:56:37
My Email:tpomroy@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Jensen Ackles
Favourite TV Show: Days of our lives
Favourite Band/Singer: Have too many
Comments:
I like Leo, But I think Leo hate pages are cool and funny! Everyone has a right to opinion and I encourage difference! I think your cool!!
10/25/98 11:25:33
Comments:
Just surfing. Thanks.
- 10/23/98 19:04:55
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: This Boys Life
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Neighbours
Comments:
Amy & Vicky - 10/23/98 08:52:37
My Email:Larkin@ami.com.au
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Clueless
Favourite Actor: Tom Hanks
Favourite TV Show: Home &Away
Comments:
Kimberly Cooper - 10/21/98 01:46:57
My Email:_kimberlycooper@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none but if i had 2 chose what's gilbert grape (jonny depp's fine in that 1 and leo's not acting!)
Another Favourite Movie: the x-files
Favourite Actor: david ducovny
Comments:
Erica - 10/17/98 02:55:11
My URL:http://dalewatts.augustana.edu
My Email:not allowed to give it out
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Armageddon
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I think you guys should do something more worth while with your time. No one deserves to be treated like this. You should take a look at my web page. You'll find something worth while. I'll e-mail you later and give you my address so you can tell me if it
was worth my time or not!
MacCousin - 10/14/98 06:02:06
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~maccousin/
My Email:maccousin@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: yeuch...maybe Romeo and Juliet (The soundtrack rocks)...otherwise it's pretty lame like his other movies
Another Favourite Movie: Anything without Leo
Favourite Actor: Nigel Bennett/Roy Dupuis/Nicholas Lea/basically anyone with an ounce of talent and class (unlike someone who shall remain nameless)
Favourite TV Show: Forever Knight
Favourite Band/Singer: Clannad, Kidney Thieves and Seven Nations
Comments:
This page rocks! I'm so sick of seeing leo-lovers gripe about cool pages like this...so I thought I'd put my comments on this guest book for a change. Thanks for making my loooong hours at work so very entertaining.
none of your buisness - 10/12/98 13:15:33
My Email:none of your buisness
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL
Another Favourite Movie: SCREAM
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Saved By The Bell
Favourite Band/Singer: NSync
Comments:
Here is the thing. If you do not like Leo, I respect that. but other girls like me like him! I think that you are just jealous that he will think you are an ugly ass bitch. You have no right to ruin hopes and dreams of us who like him. I would like to say
DONT GIVE UP to all the girls who like him. And to you I say FUCK YOU,YOU UGLY ASS, CAUSE YOU ARE GOING DOWN BITCH.I hope you do not stop this page because you never know when we will kick up your fat lazy asses! Thank You!
Navid P - 10/11/98 20:11:18
My Email:Navid.P@place.com
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Another Favourite Movie: Spice World
Favourite Actor: Leo of course
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Ok i just want to say u are fucking low lifes, Leo is such a talanted man. And he rocks completly, i may be a bloke but this does not mean i am gay. and i must admit he is quite spunkey
normalGuy - 10/07/98 17:43:40
Favourite Leo Movie: if he's in it, i hate it already
Another Favourite Movie: leo gets killed
Favourite Actor: anyone who killed leo in a movie/show
Comments:
i was just readin through this guestbook, and i can't beleive how stupid some of this stuff is.
"you shouldn't be mean to him, you don't even know him/he didn't do anything to you."-- this one has to be the one that i saw the most. when ya think about, very few ppl know him. i think the reason is ONLY THE MOST BRAINDEAD SMACKED ASS CAN TOLERATE HI
. and then there's this,"he didn't do anything to you,"-crap. he's everywhere i look, i swear it's gonna give me a complex. i think evertime i see him, a few of my brain cells die.
in conclusion, i want to beat leo to death with a 9-iron. thank you for your time.
normalGuy - 10/07/98 17:21:22
Favourite Leo Movie: if he's in it, i hate it already
Comments:
leo needs to be assassinated. i'm glad i'm not the only guy that thinks so.
natalie - 10/07/98 06:47:14
My Email:leodees@hotmail
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Marvins room
Favourite Actor: Leo, who else dickheads?
Favourite Band/Singer: All Saints
Comments:
youre a bunch of wankers with nothing better to do then insult an actor whos got it all. GET A LIFE and fuck off and leave him alone
Jennifer - 10/05/98 11:45:26
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo&Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Third Eye Blind
Comments:
I LOve Leonardo DiCaprio!! You guys are the ones who suck!!!!
- 10/02/98 18:13:37
Comments:
yjyuik - 09/30/98 17:37:32
My Email:kli5
Favourite Leo Movie: jkhj
Another Favourite Movie: hjk
Favourite Actor: jk
Favourite TV Show: gjukui
Favourite Band/Singer: jky
Comments:
leo sucks
Anonymous - 09/24/98 02:06:10
Comments:
I HAATTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Leo! Oooh...that feels so much better.
tina - 09/23/98 19:03:38
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: basketball diaries
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: old growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: celine deon
Comments:
leave him alone! i love him so much, that i'd die. if leo breaks down because of u assholes, i will kill myself! quit hurting him, and other people. i bet u girls are fat asses, too. and u know that no guy will ever fing u attractive, and it makes u sad.
really do like him, u just know that if he saw u, he'd grab his lunch and run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ashley - 09/20/98 18:28:26
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/enchantedForest/Tower/5755
My Email:Hawaiigirl40@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape?
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Selena
Comments:
You are VERY shallow criticizing people like that! Even though they had nothing against you! Now that is REALLY shallow! You know that everybody has feelings! What if I were to go around telling people how much of a freak you are! It WOULD hurt your feeli
gs! Everybody has kindess! But not all shows it! I just don't understand why? Just because you don't like him, don't do something like this! I am not standing up for Leonardo because I like him, but because I think that this is wrong! Do you read the Bibl
?? If not you ought to! Because sin(wrong stuff that people do!) can take you to hell! Where you will burn forever! Don't go there! Say nice stuff about people not bad or hurt! Please! It is not kind! You will probably read this message and think that I a
crazy and you will also probably not listen and keep on with this! This is terrible! I hate this! I didn't say I hate you but I hate what you are doing! Stop this PLEASE! For the sake of others! Build yourself a nicer homepage! PLEASE! Stop this! Thank y
u!
Ashley - 09/20/98 18:28:19
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/enchantedForest/Tower/5755
My Email:Hawaiigirl40@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape?
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Selena
Comments:
You are VERY shallow criticizing people like that! Even though they had nothing against you! Now that is REALLY shallow! You know that everybody has feelings! What if I were to go around telling people how much of a freak you are! It WOULD hurt your feeli
gs! Everybody has kindess! But not all shows it! I just don't understand why? Just because you don't like him, don't do something like this! I am not standing up for Leonardo because I like him, but because I think that this is wrong! Do you read the Bibl
?? If not you ought to! Because sin(wrong stuff that people do!) can take you to hell! Where you will burn forever! Don't go there! Say nice stuff about people not bad or hurt! Please! It is not kind! You will probably read this message and think that I a
crazy and you will also probably not listen and keep on with this! This is terrible! I hate this! I didn't say I hate you but I hate what you are doing! Stop this PLEASE! For the sake of others! Build yourself a nicer homepage! PLEASE! Stop this! Thank y
u!
Ashley - 09/20/98 18:28:11
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/enchantedForest/Tower/5755
My Email:Hawaiigirl40@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape?
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Selena
Comments:
You are VERY shallow criticizing people like that! Even though they had nothing against you! Now that is REALLY shallow! You know that everybody has feelings! What if I were to go around telling people how much of a freak you are! It WOULD hurt your feeli
gs! Everybody has kindess! But not all shows it! I just don't understand why? Just because you don't like him, don't do something like this! I am not standing up for Leonardo because I like him, but because I think that this is wrong! Do you read the Bibl
?? If not you ought to! Because sin(wrong stuff that people do!) can take you to hell! Where you will burn forever! Don't go there! Say nice stuff about people not bad or hurt! Please! It is not kind! You will probably read this message and think that I a
crazy and you will also probably not listen and keep on with this! This is terrible! I hate this! I didn't say I hate you but I hate what you are doing! Stop this PLEASE! For the sake of others! Build yourself a nicer homepage! PLEASE! Stop this! Thank y
u!
LEO LOVWE - 09/19/98 03:27:30
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: DAWSON'S CREEK
Favourite Band/Singer: SMASH MOUTH
Comments:
U SUCK REALLY BAD!! LEO IS THE BEST!!! U R JUST JELOUS!! U HAVE NUTTIN BETTER TO DO THEN PUT OTHER PEOPLE DOWN!!! THAT MAKES U FEEL GOOD DOESN'T IT!! I KNOW IT DOES CAUSE U R EVIL!!!
Layat - 09/18/98 20:09:58
My URL:http://www.expage.com/page/nygirlsas
My Email:NYGirlSAS@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: I guess umm the Gilbert Grape one
Another Favourite Movie: The Opposite Of Sex
Favourite Actor: Don't have one
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
This webpage is the best I've visited! I hate that retard Leo and I'm totally out to ruin his career. My older sister had to meet him cause she works for a talent agency in NYC and when she met him she said that she was'nt really a fan of his and HE SMACK
D HER. I hate him and I am glad I'm not the only one!
William Bartlett - 09/18/98 02:36:52
My Email:blimpy_boy7@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: They All Suck (Basketball Diaries is way RANK!!)
Another Favourite Movie: Armaggeddon
Favourite Actor: Bruce Willis
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Our Lady Peace
Comments:
I WOULD JUST LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPERTUNITY TO SAY LEO CAN KISS MY ASS!!
OH, BY THE WAY, OUR LADY PEACE RULES!!!
The Observer - 09/17/98 02:14:27
Favourite Leo Movie: What a dumb question! If you don't like him, why watch his movies?!
Another Favourite Movie: I don't have space to name 50, do I.
Favourite Actor: Read My Comments
Favourite TV Show: Xena/The Simpsons/Mystery Science Theater 3000
Favourite Band/Singer: What's all this have to do with being Anti-Leo?
Comments:
You know, what I don't understand is if you hate Leo so much, why are you wasting your time complaining about him. Sure, he may be a fruity, gay homo, but in case you haven't noticed, you rarely run across a celeb that is not overworked, stressed, annoye
and f*cked-up as a result. Then again, other times you run into celebs are f*ucked-up just because they are. Leo, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt and the Backstreet Boys are some very good examples. Sure, I can relate to you people very well because I am also an
girl who doesn't think Leo is all that hot, yet I can't otherwise because you are a buncha perverts who have nothing better to do. Screw-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel - 09/15/98 19:49:17
My URL:I'm not tellen you!
My Email:bb88@xfilesfan.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: X-Files
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicapreo
Favourite TV Show: The X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
Hey girls! Guess what sucks alot more than *Leo*!
THIS PAGE! Leo is the most cutest actor in the world! Why don't you just buzz off! And leave Leo alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leo's #1 fan Rachel
Jessie - 09/13/98 19:38:50
My Email:jessie986@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Good Will Hunting
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite Band/Singer: Matchbox 20
Comments:
I respect your descion to hate Leo, because everyone has their own opinion. But what I don't understand is why you would waste your time making a hate page about him. Could someone please email me and tell me.
Jenny - 09/10/98 14:48:34
Comments:
To say,really sad sad to see anti-pages over the internet.This's is my first time ever in my life to see the homepages being provided to create in such manner.As I went through this horrible page,I saw a disfigured pic,the person who drew this sort of pic
of themselves,must be a very poor artist,by the way,the picture must be you,right?Well,not suprising that you've got this sort of looks.That's why the hate-page is here,I believe you're extremely jealous of his gorgeous looks,and his popularity and defina
ely earn much more money than you do,so you created hate-page and make-up your own stories about him ,intentions is to disgrace the actor himself.To tell you this,you people has gone overboard to do this sort of horrible page to a good actor.Why don't you
do a positive page or talk positive things rather than to put down the actor.I though,I read about DiCaprio does good deed,he even took-out precious times to pay a visit to a patient who suffers from terminal disease.This shows that he's a kind-hearted p
rson.I surely don't think he deserves this sort of treatment by you people.What happen,if you were the one who suffer from terminal disease,who knows DiCaprio might even pay you a visit.It might happen to you,who knows,since you do evil things to people!!
!Advice to you,you should stop doing this sort of evil things to people.
JeAnS - 09/09/98 16:47:15
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: braveheart
Favourite Actor: tommy lee jones
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: david bowie, bjork and spice girls
Comments:
your site is the bomb!!! it is so hallairious!!!!! i dont love or like leo but idont wanna kill him!! i love your grampa simpson voice!!! its soooooooo funny!! dont you think the people who worship leo are as in sane as he cant act!!!
IF I TELL YOU I WILL HAVE TO KILL YOU - 09/06/98 23:18:41
Favourite Leo Movie: ROMEO+JULIET
Another Favourite Movie: BASKETBALL DIARIES
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK
Favourite Band/Singer: MARYLAND MANSON/WHITE ZOMMBIE/ RAGE AGIANST THE MACHINE
Comments:
I WILL FIND YOU AND YOU WILL PAY WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ANOUCE YOU HATE LEO WE DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK BUT WE DO CARE ABOUT LEO SO I SUGGEST YOU TAKE THIS DUMB ASS PAGE AND CAN IT AND ALSO STOP NARKING ON LEO!!!!
Padred - 09/05/98 02:38:30
My Email:www.Paddyred.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: When Harry met Sally
Favourite Actor: Charton Heston
Favourite TV Show: frasier
Favourite Band/Singer: Rankins
Comments:
Hey fellow Canadians, not writing to tell you I hate Leo, just really couldn't care less about the
guy, But your web page is well done and humourous,
and your profiles are intertaining as well,
Well good luck to you all and hope to see more web
sites of yours in the future.
Mrs.DiCaprio - 09/04/98 15:25:57
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/EnchantedForest/Tower/6722
My Email:num1leoluv@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growning Pains
Comments:
l think pages like this are sad. You are judging someone you dont even know! Its sick that you are hating such a great man because your jealous!
FRENCHY - 09/02/98 18:56:31
Comments:
I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHY MUST YOU PEOPLE TORURE YOURSELVES LIKE THIS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS AN ANIT-LEO PAGE?? WHY WOULD YOU READ THIS IF YOUR A LEO LOVER?
- 09/02/98 13:46:58
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio for sure
Comments:
Hello,creater of this page.Your page appeared in Newspapers,and yet you could still dare to announce it.Shame on you,perverts.Shameless guys,don't get too excited,the next will be your idiot face appear in the Newspaper,worldwide.I'm waiting to see your b
oody face in papers.It should be very interesting.By then,you've to watch-out your safety ,if you are out of your house.
AnTi-ChRiSt SuPeRsTaR - 09/01/98 04:26:06
My Email:666@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo stole my dog's balls!
Another Favourite Movie: Leo stole my vibrator!
Favourite Actor: Who gives a shit?
Favourite TV Show: Don't got a T.V
Favourite Band/Singer: MaRiLyN mAnSoN
Comments:
First of all I'd like to say, Leo sucks pig dicks! Ok I have no right to put Leo down because he never did anything to me but what has he done for me??
"We're all starts now, in the Dope Show" ~Manson
HoNeY - 09/01/98 03:54:36
My Email:h3rulz@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic (cuz he dies!!)
Another Favourite Movie: Scream
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: Seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: HANSON!!
Comments:
Hey, I agree with you about everything about Leo being gay and stuff!! The only thing i didnt like was the hanson insult!! I hate BSB and NSync and all the wannabe groups!! Bye, remember keep hating Leo!! P.S Hanson rulz, leo sucks!
angelcake84 - 08/31/98 16:07:17
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: the Cardigans
Comments:
(Intended for people who hate Leo) YOU PEOPLE SUCK!!!!! He's only, like, the greatest actor in the universe! I think you guys are more upset about Leo lovers than Leo himself. Anyhoo, LEO LOVERS: DON'T LOSE FAITH!! SHUT YOUR EARS AND DON'T LISTEN TO
HESE ANTI-LEO PEOPLE!
summer jhonson - 08/31/98 15:53:42
My Email:seein' summer@summer's house
Favourite Leo Movie: man in the iron mask(he gets dised)
Another Favourite Movie: Dead man on campus
Favourite Actor: Matt damon
Favourite TV Show: that 70's show
Favourite Band/Singer: matchbox20
Comments:
IM NOT SAYIN THAT I LOVE LEO OR ANYTHING BUT YOU GUYS COULD BE MORE POLITE IN YOUR DISSIN' HIM. SOME PEOPLE, EVEN THOSE WHO DISLIKE LEO MIGHT BE UPSET BY SOME OF THE THINGS SAID IN HERE, SO MIGHT I SUGGEST SCREENING THE GUESTBOOK ENTRIES. THANX, SUMMER
summer jhonson - 08/31/98 15:40:57
My Email:seein' summer@summer's house
Favourite Leo Movie: man in the iron mask(he gets dised)
Another Favourite Movie: Dead man on campus
Favourite Actor: Matt damon
Favourite TV Show: that 70's show
Favourite Band/Singer: matchbox20
Comments:
IM NOT SAYIN THAT I LOVE LEO OR ANYTHING BUT YOU GUYS COULD BE MORE POLITE IN YOUR DISSIN' HIM. SOME PEOPLE, EVEN THOSE WHO DISLIKE LEO MIGHT BE UPSET BY SOME OF THE THINGS SAID IN HERE, SO MIGHT I SUGGEST SCREENIGH THE GUESTBOOK ENTRIES. THANX, SUMMER
summer jhonson - 08/31/98 15:31:15
My Email:seein' summer@summer's house
Favourite Leo Movie: man in the iron mask(he gets dised)
Another Favourite Movie: Dead man on campus
Favourite Actor: Matt damon
Favourite TV Show: that 70's show
Favourite Band/Singer: matchbox20
Comments:
Nicole - 08/30/98 18:42:38
My Email:snowangel_85@mailexcite.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo&Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Areosmith/Barenaked Ladies
Comments:
LEO RULES!!! You people who don't like him and insest on making rude pathetic pages insulting him are just jelous because he makes like billon's of dollers. Also like half the world luvs him. Sorry but nobody would ever love you like that because you wast
your time making some stupid web page insulting one of the most cutest guys ever!!!!
Beverly - 08/26/98 21:21:06
My URL:http://dont got one
My Email:DannysChic@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: THEY ALL SUCK HAHAHAHAHA
Another Favourite Movie: Theres Something about Mary
Favourite Actor: Ben Stiller
Favourite TV Show: MTV without the ugly horror shows as in Leonardo DiCaprio Interviews
Favourite Band/Singer: EVE6
Comments:
LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LEO IS LIKE THE GAYEST FAGET IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD!!! GIRLS, YOU ARE TOO PATHETIC IF YOU ACTUALLY THINK LEO IS CUTE. HA! THERE ARE WAY CUTER GUYS THAT *UGH* LEO. LEO CAN GO TO HELL MAN.
Milone - 08/26/98 14:30:14
My Email:milone_d@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Bodyguard
Favourite Actor: Leo & Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: Fresh Prince in Bel Air
Favourite Band/Singer: BSB & Boyzone
Comments:
Hi, Why don't you make a more positive page?Leo didn't do anything to you and you don't even know him to have the right to diss him.Even more you are dissing the Leo fans,just like you have the right to express your feelings well they can too.So if they l
ke him its their problem not yours.
Thanx
B-y the way your page is pretty good except for the actual cause of it.So try and make a more positive aim to your page next time
Rene - 08/23/98 23:19:25
My Email:don't have one
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith
Comments:
I can understand that you could hate Leo. But to devote a whole page to hating someone is pathetic. Why not create a page that is positive instead of bashing Leo. He never did anything to you. And why would you spend so much time on this if you hate
im so much? How sad is that?
BITCH FROM HELL - 08/22/98 05:49:19
My URL:http://L
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIK(HE DIES)
Another Favourite Movie: empire records
Favourite Actor: matt domon
Favourite TV Show: dont watch tv it sucks
Favourite Band/Singer: sublime
Comments:
fuck Leo . I am soo glad that i am NOT THE ONLY GIRL THAT HATES LEO. ALL YOU LEO FANS OUT THERE ARE SICK FREAKS THAT NEED TO GET A LIFE. NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH FREAKS IM ONE MY SELF. BUT THAT GAYASS LEO DESURVS TO BE CUT UP INTO TINNY PEASE
BOILD AND GIVEN TO MY DOG NOT THAT MY DOG WILL IT HIM I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE FUN IT SOULD BE VIDEO TAPED AND ALL THE LEO LOVERS OUT THERE SOULD BE LOKED IN A NUT HOUS AND BE FORSED TO WATCH IT OVER AND OVER... TILL THEY POKE OUT THER EYEBALLS. OR INSTE
OF FEEDING HIM TO MY DOG I COULD FEED IT TO THE LOE LOVES GOD THEY ARE SICK
Elizabeth - 08/21/98 22:01:27
My Email:wizbee11@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: ???????????????????????
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: ??????????????????????????
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
All right, all you sick Leo lovers reading this. You always sign the Leo-haters guestbook to try and get us to turn into Leo lovers, so I'm signing your guestbook to bother you! Oh, and I'm smart. I know you won't turn into Leo haters after reading this,
o I won't beg and plead and tell you he's evil. I'm just a really weird person that likes to do weird stuff. One more thing: If you want to send more hate mail to Leo-haters, go to the Official Leo Hate Page. I don't know the address, but you can look up
Official Leonardo DiCaprio Hate Page" on your search engine.
- 08/19/98 21:29:43
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo(ha)
Comments:
How can you say all this stuff about Leo when you dont even know him. Im sure God doesnt like all these nasty things you say. Stop it now!!!!!!!!!!! Its just not fair of you
sonja - 08/19/98 13:57:00
Favourite Leo Movie: total eclipse
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leo + matt damon
Favourite TV Show: Party of five
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet boys
Comments:
Hi, my name is sonja and I come from holland and ofcaurse I know leo also! My faivorit movie is total eclipse.(He's naked) But I love al his movie's. A fiew movie's didn't come out in holland like the footshooting party. That to bad, but i still really lo
e leonardo. I hope to meet him someday, but I think I'm not the only one who want that.
I wanna send my love to all the leo-fans.
Love and kissis Sonja DiCario(I Wish)
Brittnee Chester - 08/19/98 01:26:41
Favourite Leo Movie: every movie he was in
Another Favourite Movie: i don't know
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Comments:
I'm proud to say that I'm a canadian girl too. i think that Leo is a wounderful actor. But I do think that you have you
Brittnee Chester - 08/19/98 01:26:19
Favourite Leo Movie: every movie he was in
Another Favourite Movie: i don't know
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Comments:
I'm proud to say that I'm a canadian girl too. i think that Leo is a wounderful actor. But I do think that you have you
Brittnee Chester - 08/19/98 01:26:01
Favourite Leo Movie: every movie he was in
Another Favourite Movie: i don't know
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Comments:
I'm proud to say that I'm a canadian girl too. i think that Leo is a wounderful actor. But I do think that you have you
Brittnee Chester - 08/19/98 01:06:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: I don't know
Comments:
Brittnee Chester - 08/19/98 00:59:11
Comments:
Stephanie - 08/18/98 20:27:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man in the iron mask
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Sweet valley high
Favourite Band/Singer: K-C and J O JO
Comments:
you suck and so does this page so I would delet this page efor I kck your butt
- 08/18/98 04:19:26
Comments:
????????? - 08/17/98 18:28:24
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Robin Williams
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leo is the best!!Everybody has their own opinion but how could you hate this guy.He is wicked gear and I just completely HATE your Website.Nothing but TRASH!!!
????????? - 08/17/98 18:26:48
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Robin Williams
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leo is the best!!Everybody has their own opinion but how could you hate this guy.He is wicked gear and I think you people are all fucked up!!!
Veronica - 08/17/98 14:58:09
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Hello ! I just want to say that I HATE your Website !
Mads Rasmussen - 08/17/98 09:39:15
My Email:Mads@spice-co.dk
Favourite Leo Movie: no one
Another Favourite Movie: no one
Favourite Actor: Steven spielberg
Favourite TV Show: Bananer i pyjamas
Favourite Band/Singer: Dennis rodman
Comments:
Wy hate wy hate wy hate wy hate loe wy hate leo wy hate leo wy hate leo wy hate leo
Gary Bridges - 08/15/98 06:34:03
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/la/garysgampage
My Email:n64luva@webtv.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Uhh...Gee...Um...NONE!
Another Favourite Movie: One I'm Making, its called, "Friday the 13th Part 57, Jason Kills Leo"
Favourite Actor: Anyone but Leo
Favourite TV Show: "Just Shoot Me...Because I Just Saw Leo's Face"
Favourite Band/Singer: Metallica
Comments:
I LOVE this page. I'm a true blue Leo hater.
Gary Bridges - 08/15/98 06:31:32
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/la/garysgampage
My Email:n64luva@webtv.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Uhh...Gee...Um...NONE!
Another Favourite Movie: One I'm Making, its called, "Friday the 13th Part 57, Jason Kills Leo"
Favourite Actor: Anyone but Leo
Favourite TV Show: "Just Shoot Me...Because I Just Saw Leo's Face"
Favourite Band/Singer: Metallica
Comments:
I LOVE this page. I'm a true blue Leo hater.
screw the dicrappyO - 08/14/98 23:50:31
Comments:
Leo sucks and I hope the sonafabitch dies!!!
Angela - 08/14/98 13:22:29
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic(i can't help it)
Another Favourite Movie: man in the iron mask
Favourite Actor: Leo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Eastenders
Favourite Band/Singer: 5ive
Comments:
I can't help it i'm obsessed!!!
Angela 'N' Tracy - 08/14/98 13:17:39
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic (i can't help it)
Another Favourite Movie: man in the iron mask
Favourite Actor: Leo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Eastenders
Favourite Band/Singer: 5ive
Comments:
I can't help myself, i am obsessed!
- 08/13/98 03:09:57
Comments:
Ya'll must be lesbians or something. it's like you hate a bunch of male actors.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:38:12
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
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Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
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CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes. THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:37:58
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes. THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
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Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
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CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:37:48
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes. THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
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Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
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CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:37:37
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes. THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
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Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
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CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:37:21
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes. THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:36:04
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:36:00
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:57
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:53
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:49
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:45
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:41
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:36
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:28
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:35:23
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:43
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:39
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:33
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:27
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:20
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:12
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:32:07
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:38
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:34
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:30
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:26
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:21
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:31:11
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
fucking whore Sarah michelle gellar - 08/12/98 23:30:30
Favourite Leo Movie: horrible actress SMG
Another Favourite Movie: fucked up piece of shit
Favourite Actor: ugly sarah michelle gellar
Favourite TV Show: biatch
Favourite Band/Singer: short
Comments:
THE LONGEST RANT?
After receiving this enormous email in my inbox, I thought it would be an excellent idea to have a special section dedicated to those with more to say than others - so here it is: THE LONGEST RANT. As soon as I can, I'll wordcount this message so you can
ee what you're up against!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name:Candy Colored Clown
Most hated Spice Girl=The whole 'band'
Quote="Right, where's my hunting knife?"
Abuse:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CAUTION! FALLING SPICE GIRLS AHEAD!
If Splotchy, Scuzzy, Stinky, Mope and Skanky are the "Beatles of the 90's," then the Bangles were the modern day equivalent of Mozart or Tchaikovsky. Never in the annals of pop history, has our culture produced a more blatantly talentless, manufactured, a
noying, giddily opportunistic piece of dreck as the entity known collectively as the Spice Girls. These five trashy, trampy British lasses cavort about "singing" sexually suggestive little ditties about boys, toys and ploys, inspiring 11-year-old girls to
act like tone-deaf prostitutes. As if packaging candy-colored, flirtatious teasing to pre-pubescents wasn't frightening enough, the fact that this top-grossing act is wildly popular and sucking in currency faster than their little brains can count it, is
he ultimate affront to humanity.The idea that our children find this not only entertaining, but actually worth emulating, ought to strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. Yes, I know each previous generation had idols and icons which made their
elders uncomfortable, but this vacuous incarnation of pure, content-free marketing goes beyond inspiring mere revulsion amongst adults; we are forced to look deep within our souls and ask ourselves, "WHY?! Where did we go wrong? How did our values degener
te to the point where these five polyester, pre-fab pinups are the MTV darlings of our emerging teens?" The lyrics are ambiguously lame, the "music" (most of the gals don't play the instruments themselves, thank goodness) is repetitively redundant, and th
ir image is so calculatedly corporate that McDonalds's might want to consider marketing McSpice sandwiches-cinnamon-tainted Big Macs with no meat. Or perhaps ruthlessly exploitative Ty, the company that spread the Beanie Baby virus across the blighted pla
n, could come up with limited edition Spicy Beanies that self-destruct 15 minutes after purchase. Yes, one can almost taste the sickly sweet stench of Armageddon by just viewing the frenzied masses trailing these bubble-gum Antichristettes. Psychic Friend
Network founder, Nostradamus, foretold the advent of the Spice Girls in a cryptic passage from a tome unearthed in the 17th century: "^Lnd whence the progeny of the Cathodes roam freely in the House of Gap and the Garden of Nordstrom, and a mass of fiery
ice lights up the heavens and causes a bunch of wackos in California to try to hitch a ride by leaving their husks behind, a quintet of womyn, devoid of redeeming traits and unable to create harmony and symphony from within their vacant, dead souls, shall
create an uprising amongst the pubescentia. And this formation, heralded by squeals of joy and crackles of Super Bubble Yum, will culminate with foolish youth embarking upon a path of immorality, fashion-impairment and a predilection toward listening to r
ally crappy music." The logical outgrowths of a hyper-consumerist society, the Spice Girls are the pallbearers for the concept of pop music as artistic endeavor. And this funereal merger of business and music comes as no surprise to those of us who saw th
writing on the wall way back when The Bay City Rollers strutted their shaggy, bell-bottomed asses into American arenas. The frequency and intensity of bad one-hit wonders has since increased geometrically as the glitzy marketing of image overshadows actu
l lyrical content and musical prowess. I had a brief glimmer of hope following the rapid demise of a similar recent plague-The New Kids on the Block. In my ever-optimistic naﶥt鬠I actually thought we had learned our lesson. The sickening disp
ays of hysterical teenage fandom coupled with the group's lethally horrid tunes put a much-deserved premature end to the musical ambitions of those human steroids with instruments. The tales of backstage debauchery put a final nail in the coffin, though t
e career of pectorally-enhanced Marky Mark carries on, albeit in the capacity of an actor eternally typecast in the role of lecherous scumbag-a role which he is well-suited for. But new generations are incapable of utilizing history as a guidepost of qual
ty; rather, they become more complacent and conditioned to accept the sub-mediocre as the norm, instead of questioning, analyzing and demanding better cultural output than that which was foisted upon their older siblings. How else to explain the disgustin
display of mindless idolatry as expressed by the thousands of squeaky Chicagoland girls who risked their lives and complexions to wait as long as 14 hours in the sub-zero urban tundra outside of Planet Hollywood just to catch a mere glimpse of the Fertil
Five? The throng of estrogen-saturated wayward daughters, many of whom were conceived in minivans during the mid-1980's, deluded themselves into anticipating a lengthy gigglefest with Stanky, or talking boy trouble with Splat, or maybe even a dinner of c
eese-fries and milk shakes followed up with a frisky six-way pillow-fight before bedtime. The local news coverage of this spectacle triggered not only my gag reflex, but a depressing session of introspection and brooding over such archetypal issues as our
devolution as a species and the inherent level of peer-pressure which could possibly impel a 9-year-old girl to believe that having her eyelids pierced is a fashion statement and not some bizarre ritual of optical mutilation. Local media creatures at firs
pleasantly astonished me by questioning the validity of the knee-jerk comparisons to the Beatlemania phenomenon of the 1960's, but when they laughingly suggested a more appropriate comparison would be Monkeemania, I was livid. Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tor
may not be pegged as the musical wunderkinds of their era, but their whole shtick was unique, revolutionary and aptly captured the spirit of the times. Plus, Michael Nesmith is usually credited with inventing the genre of the music video-a genre ironical
y exploited to its odious extreme 30 years later by our very own Chicks of Spice. And I seriously doubt that the Monkees TV series, which would be considered stuffy and highbrow by the exacting standards of today's youth (Jessica, these guys are sooooooo
ueer!), would stand a chance in hell of lasting more than a month on the tube. Lucky for Nesmith, he can live off of the royalties of his mother's contribution to pre-word processor society! -Liquid Paper. Perhaps he can carry on in the tradition of his m
ther and invent a kind of cultural Liquid Paper-a method of blotting out the aesthetic atrocities of a generation. In the meantime, we may as well lean back and enjoy the rest of the show, for the best is yet to come. After a blockbuster movie and perhaps
another album or two, the stories of dissension and drug abuse will begin to trickle in. Tabloids will publish embarrassing photos of Snotty carousing with a wealthy Saudi prince who forces her to commit unspeakable acts with desert reptiles. Slinky will
e found dead in a New York alley from an overdose of CLO, a synthetic "designer" drug with similar chemical properties to common household bleach. The subsequent federal investigation and a Mike Wallace probe into the slimy underbelly of the pre-teen CLO
ave scene results in a nasty backlash against the group. Spit's eating disorder spirals out of control and she packs on 118 pounds in 3 months. What's left of the haggard group disintegrates in front of millions of viewers on live television during the an
ual MTV awards when Strep wobbles onto stage strung out on heroin and promptly vomits on Kurt Loder and falls on the floor with the podium crashing down on top of her, fracturing her skull. The Spice survivors, after several disastrous "reunion" tours, wi
l fade gracelessly into obscurity, a vapor trail of tell-all gossip books, ghostwritten autobiographies and late-night TV appearances following them to their early, but brightly decorated graves. Thankfully, we won't have to wait much longer for this glor
ous spectacle. According to Andy Warhol's watch, it looks like, oh, about another 3 minutes.
abc - 08/12/98 23:26:40
My Email:acdd
Favourite Leo Movie: dfa
Another Favourite Movie: afdsds
Favourite Actor: afds
Favourite TV Show: adf
Favourite Band/Singer: asf
Comments:
http://www.realaudio.com
abc - 08/12/98 23:24:54
My Email:acdd
Favourite Leo Movie: dfa
Another Favourite Movie: afdsds
Favourite Actor: afds
Favourite TV Show: adf
Favourite Band/Singer: asf
Comments:
http://geocities.datacellar.net/Tokyo/Temple/9212/get_rp5.gif
danielle g. - 08/12/98 20:59:54
My Email:not telling
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: tom cruse
Favourite TV Show: tgif
Favourite Band/Singer: areosmith
Comments:
i think leo is a gay freak! and at my school they have a club about him.and once i walked into my friends room and all you saw was leonardo dicrapeo i thought i was going to throw up! NASTY!
Em - 08/12/98 06:32:10
Comments:
I love Leo. I even consider myself one of his biggest fans. But why do we have to get in a war about who likes him and who dosn't. The anti Leo people are using their right to free speech by having this site that shows their opinions. But I do think s
me of you are getting a little overboard. Leo is human like all of us. I person can only take too much hate. You shouldn't abuse your right to critisize a public figure. But this does not mean I agree with the Leo lovers either. Cussing and "smart" c
mebacks get you nowhere. Do you think your opinions and your cussing are really going to change anyones mind. Think about it. Do you think that by getting back at the Anti Leo people is for Leo. Because frankly I don't think he gives a damn.
- 08/12/98 01:26:47
Comments:
?????? - 08/12/98 00:14:38
My Email:baronred
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: T.J.Webber
Favourite TV Show: X GAMES
Favourite Band/Singer: ??????
Comments:
Leo is gay and real stupid.Leo Dicraprio is a bio. Theres not that much to talk about such a big loser. THAT ALL
WOULDENT YOU LIKE TO KNOW - 08/11/98 08:28:24
My Email:NOT TELLING
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: ALL SAINTS
Comments:
I CAN UNDER STAND WHY YOU DONT LIKE HIM EVERYONE HAS THERE OWN OPINONS BUT WHY FUCKING WRITE A PAGE ABOUT IT! ALRIGHT YOU DONT LIKE HIM BUT THATS YOUR PROBLEM NOT THE FUCKING WORLD!
Leo HATER - 08/08/98 12:44:14
My URL:http://LEO.SUX
My Email:LEO SUX
Favourite Leo Movie: None they are all gay
Another Favourite Movie: dont know
Favourite Actor: KENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK
Comments:
all you leo loves out there are all gay 4 liking leo.all my friends hate him every1 hates him. i hope he DIES.south park rules and leo doesnt. LEO SUCKS.kenny rules.and i love KENNY.
Leo HATER - 08/08/98 12:44:13
My URL:http://LEO.SUX
My Email:LEO SUX
Favourite Leo Movie: None they are all gay
Another Favourite Movie: dont know
Favourite Actor: KENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK
Comments:
all you leo loves out there are all gay 4 liking leo.all my friends hate him every1 hates him. i hope he DIES.south park rules and leo doesnt. LEO SUCKS.kenny rules.and i love KENNY.
Leo HATER - 08/08/98 12:44:11
My URL:http://LEO.SUX
My Email:LEO SUX
Favourite Leo Movie: None they are all gay
Another Favourite Movie: dont know
Favourite Actor: KENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK
Comments:
all you leo loves out there are all gay 4 liking leo.all my friends hate him every1 hates him. i hope he DIES.south park rules and leo doesnt. LEO SUCKS.kenny rules.and i love KENNY.
Leo HATER - 08/08/98 12:38:21
My URL:http://LEO.SUX
My Email:LEO SUX
Favourite Leo Movie: None they are all gay
Another Favourite Movie: dont know
Favourite Actor: KENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK
Comments:
all you leo loves out there are all gay 4 liking leo.all my friends hate him every1 hates him. i hope he DIES.south park rules and leo doesnt. LEO SUCKS.kenny rules.and i love KENNY.
daniella - 08/08/98 12:28:27
My Email:ggh
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: kenny
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
I Fucken Hate Leo He Is GAY. I Hope He Dies. Kenny
From South Park RULES!!!!!!!!
if i tell you i'd have to kill you! - 08/07/98 20:24:24
My URL:http://ifitellyoui'dhavetokillyou.com
My Email:fuck you
Favourite Leo Movie: basketball diaries
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: south park and real world
Favourite Band/Singer: any rap and punk
Comments:
IF YOU REALLY HATE HIM GIVE ME THREE GOOD REASONS WHY BUT THEY CAN'T BE THESE THREE OKAY LIKE HE'S UGLY HE'S A BAD ACTOR OR HE'S STUPID(IT HURTS SO MUCH TO EVEN SAY THESE THING ABOUT HIM) NOW TO GET MY THREE REASONS TO ME JUST SIMPLY SEND THEM TO TASHASWE
25@WEBTV.NET BYE!!FUCKER
if i tell you i'd have to kill you! - 08/07/98 20:23:28
My URL:http://ifitellyoui'dhavetokillyou.com
My Email:fuck you
Favourite Leo Movie: basketball diaries
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: south park and real world
Favourite Band/Singer: any rap and punk
Comments:
IF YOU REALLY HATE HIM GIVE ME THREE GOOD REASONS WHY BUT THEY CAN'T BE THESE THREE OKAY LIKE HE'S UGLY HE'S A BAD ACTOR OR HE'S STUPID(IT HURTS SO MUCH TO EVEN SAY THESE THING ABOUT HIM) NOW TO GET MY THREE REASONS TO ME JUST SIMPLY SEND THEM TO TASHASWE
25@WEBTV.NET BYE!!FUCKER
Lora - 08/07/98 05:59:49
My Email:LoraFangs@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Sunset Beach
Favourite Band/Singer: All for one
Comments:
I'm not a leo hater. I admit it but some thing you are right about. I am gettting bored with Leo. Leo doesn't have to be all over the internet. I do disagree with some others like i think Leo is cute and a good actor. You are entitled to your own opipi
n.
Fire Angel - 08/06/98 18:12:30
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Academy/4470
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic...DIE, LEO!!!
Comments:
This page rules! LEO SUCKS! Come to MY page and see how much Leo sucks! Open your eyes, and let the truth invade your pitiful brains, LEO OBSESSED GEEKS!!!
Hen - 08/06/98 08:06:28
My URL:http://Leorulz
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: All
Favourite Actor: Who do you think?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comments:
How dare you do this to him hes the best actor in the
world and you're so stuuuuupid he's so great and you're crazyazy
Leo is sooooo gorgeous and he's the best how can you dare do this
I LVE LEO AND YOU SUCK YOU FUCKIN' IIIDIOT
IIII HHHHHAAAAATTTEEEE YYOOUU SUETRYHCERUHFSDHKSDGFJDFVGSB
GHJVNTTUDGHVDFVGHNFKNVXHDKRFGBUT KJG HODI G]-DFG9L4WL
IF I TELL YOU I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU! - 08/05/98 20:53:36
My URL:http://FUCK YOU
My Email:IF I TELL YOU I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU!
Favourite Leo Movie: BASKETBALL DIARIES
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DIAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: REAL WORLD AND SOUTH PARK
Favourite Band/Singer: ANY RAP AND PUNK
Comments:
ALL RIGHT WE GET YOUR POINT I AM LEO FAN BUT NOT BECAUSE HIS IS CUTE BECAUSE YOU SEE HIS IS MORE THAN AN APPERENCE HE IS A MAN OF TALENTS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN THAT HEAD OF YOURS BUT YOU NEED TO FIND SOMEONE LIKE DEVEN SAWA TO PICK ON OKAY AND
OR THE RECORD FUCK YOU!!!!!!
Natalie - 08/05/98 14:51:07
My Email:IPRPhoenix@compuserve.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Let´s guess : Titanic ???
Another Favourite Movie: ????Don´t know what´s the english title
Favourite Actor: Could ya ask another - more intelligent - question??
Favourite TV Show: for sure not fuckin´ canadian one´s
Favourite Band/Singer: All Saints , Prodigy
Comments:
Hey, at first : I´m not a mega-Leo fanatic, but I can´t say I love your pages.
You´re free to say what you don´t like, huh?
Go to Hell and mail me .
Krystal - 08/05/98 06:33:49
My Email:JFI3336482@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: None! They all suck!
Favourite Actor: Christopher Khayman Lee
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: MetallicA
Comments:
For all you Leo Lovers out there I got two words for ya! S*CK IT! May Leo go to hell! And as the Undertaker would say " You go to hell with him!" Tianic Sucks! Once again two words
S*CK IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AMB - 08/04/98 18:36:16
Favourite Leo Movie: WHY WOULD I HAVE A FAVE IF I HATE HIM???
Another Favourite Movie: I DO LIKE "WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE" - ONLY BECUASE JOHNNY DEPP IS IN IT...
Favourite Actor: I HAVE A FEW: ETHAN EMBRY, TOM HANKS, DREW BARRYMORE, HELEN HUNT, JIM CAREY, JULIA ROBERTS...
Favourite TV Show: ER, DIAGNOSIS MURDER, FANATIC (LOVE SEEING PEOPLE'S REACTIONS)...
Favourite Band/Singer: THIRD EYE BLIND, matcbox 20, semisonic, eve 6...
Comments:
I TOTALLY CANNOT STAND LEO...AND FOR ALL YOU LEO-LOVERS OUT THERE - GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE 'CAUSE WHY WOULD YOU WASTE YOU TIME IN A PLACE THAT'S BASHING LEO (OR AS I PREFER "IT" OR "LEO WHO") - JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK THIS BICRAPIO THING IS ALL THAT (AND
IT'S NOT!) DOESN'T MEAN THAT WE CANNOT EXPRESS OUR FEELINGS TOO...I HAVE NEVER SEEN TITANIC...AND I'M PROUD OF IT. WHY WOULD I WASTE MY MONEY ON CRAP LIKE THAT? WHILE SOME OF MY FRIENDS ARE LEO-LOVERS (FUNNY I ASSOCIATE WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT) THEY ARE N
T OBSESSIVE FREAKS THAT THINK THEY'RE GOING TO MARRY IT ONE DAY...THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I WILL TALK TO THEM...AND LET ME TELL YOU, THEY KNOW NOT TO MENTION IT'S NAME IN FRONT OF ME 'CAUSE I CANNOT STAND IT!!!!!!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, THIS PAGE ROCKS, Y
AH BABY!!!
Rose - 08/03/98 00:06:12
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer,& Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: BSB, Celine Dion, & N'Sync
Comments:
Kiss my ass you evil people!!!!! Leo rules 4ever!!! I hope you fall in a hole and can't get out. Shut the HELL up, you FUCKCHOPS!!!!!! Thanx
leo lover - 08/02/98 21:21:08
My Email:cool_girl_usa@juno.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic,romeo + juliet,man in the iron mask
Another Favourite Movie: whats eating gilbert
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: real world
Favourite Band/Singer: in ' sync
Comments:
everyone that hates leo needs to go get there eyes ,ears,and brains checked.all of u guys are S.O.B.'S and don't have a clue of what your talking about. leo is very cool,hot,and sexy. in my opinion everyone who hates leo sucks and are probably all homos.
lso if your going to e-mail me you must give me your e-mail adress.
p.s.
leonardo dicaprio kicks ass
p.s.s
your all homosexuals
Leo Hater #9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 - 08/02/98 18:37:53
Favourite Leo Movie: ???
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: Anyone except Leo
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
For all you I-Love-Leo Fans, this isn't the page for you. Go to some I-Love-Leo page. Oh and by the way to the 3 GIRLS who made this page: You guys rock. This is a nice way to express your opinions, and you Leo-Lover
should take you, your asses, and your insipid persiflages along to another page. Haven't you read the warning: THIS PAGE IS NOT FOR LEO LOVERS! You have the right to enter on your own risk, but you have NO RIGHT to start dissing some other person's page!
So FUCK THE HELL OF! (Don't you get sick of stubborn people who come into your page at their own risk, then diss you in your guestbook? What twits!)
Night Trasher - 08/02/98 18:27:34
Favourite Leo Movie: This is a LEO SUCKS PAGE! COME ON! Titanic cuz he dies! Hahaha you suck, Leo!
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: Guy inside the Barney costume
Favourite TV Show: Barney the Purple Dinosaur
Favourite Band/Singer: Barney's songs--(I hate leo, he sucks dick...)
Comments:
Your page rocks. Sephiroth rules. Leonaro Retardo sucks! He sucked in Titanic, he sucked in Man in the Iron Mask, he sucked in every movie he acted in. I have a right to express my opinion so for those of you who think I should shut up: FUCK YOU! (Freedom
of Speech, 1st amendment of the US Consitution, and I do live in US because it rules...If you want to know the most of the legal immagrants coming in US are Canadians, not Hispanics!) So if you're Canadian, legal immagrant coming into our beautiful countr
and telling me to FUCK OFF, FUCK YOU AND GET YOUR ASS OUT OF AMERICA! WE DON'T NEED TRASH LIKE YOU!!!! Oh and back to the topic:
LEONARDO DI-CRAP-IO SUCKS DICK!
Denise - 08/02/98 06:55:11
My Email:blur_de@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none he sucks
Another Favourite Movie: Face/Off
Favourite Actor: John Travolta
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: Green Day
Comments:
Great site!!! Include more pix.
Tiffany - 08/02/98 04:16:47
Favourite Leo Movie: Do Me In The Backseat Of This Old Car
Another Favourite Movie: Fabio
Favourite Actor: Fabio
Favourite TV Show: Fabio
Favourite Band/Singer: Fabio
Comments:
Need more Fabio!!!!
What's it to you? - 08/02/98 01:32:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic ('cause he dies)
Another Favourite Movie: Independence Day
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: 'N Sync
Comments:
I think that LEO suck and the Leo lovers are like sick and twisted. I have this thoery that Leo really can't get you know in real life so that's why he has it in movies. I think that when Kate winsult found out that she had to have you know with Leo she p
ked dfor a week. I think you Leo lovers should really see the Light and understand that he is gay and he will never like you girls, so get over him. By the way Why does Leo like headband? Isn't that a girl thing???
- 07/30/98 11:35:40
My Email:t1ger_luvs_me@yahoo.com
Comments:
He's a human, he's an actor, he's good looking, and if (if) he's a gay so what? U have a problem with gay's??? Well don't. Anyway I'm not crazy about him, but hey!...... He's not that bad. So there!!!!!!
- 07/30/98 08:31:55
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
leonardo is the finest thing on earth!
- 07/30/98 08:29:25
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
leonardo is the finest thing on earth!
Dave - 07/30/98 01:28:25
My URL:www.leoishomo.com
My Email:aliendave@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic (cuz the bastard dies!!)
Another Favourite Movie: Star Wars
Favourite Actor: Anyone except for Leo (aka satan)
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
I think leo is a fagness! Email me back if you disagree.
Leo - 07/30/98 01:25:05
My Email:megajenny@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo
Another Favourite Movie: Leo
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Leo
Favourite Band/Singer: Leo
Comments:
LeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeo
eoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeoLeo
Leo Lovers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - 07/29/98 20:16:25
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: ????????????????????
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains (with Leo )
Favourite Band/Singer: Celene Dion
Comments:
You totally and completely suck yourselves!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We think that you have yourselves confused with leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Oh, by the way Canada sucks dick,Fuck you.Go Usa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JamesH - 07/29/98 06:09:45
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/area51/dungeon/8054
My Email:Boba_Fett15@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Critters 3 CRITTERS RULE
Another Favourite Movie: Star Wars trilogy,the rock,Beavis and butt-head do america,back to the future
Favourite Actor: Micheal J. Fox
Favourite TV Show: The simpsons,Drew carrey
Favourite Band/Singer: Koll & The Gang
Comments:
Leo is gay and cnada sucks long live USA
Tory - 07/28/98 16:17:10
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: ???
Favourite Actor: Leo and Skeet Ulrich
Favourite TV Show: Party Of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
I do admit that I am a Leo LIKER, and hey, as 1 of u said, I can have my own opinion. I found your page funny, as I do, believe it or not, have a sense of humor. I don't really see myself as obssessed and hopefully others think the same. I think Leo is
orge and also a talented actor, but Idon't try to make myself out as his number 1 fan.
This is a cool website and it is real funny, so keep up the real good work.
ps. Canada rocks!!
pps. I don't live there, but went on holiday from N. Ireland, this year.
ppps.To all those Leo fans out there saying to themselves, she isn't a true fan, then wrong . I admire Leo just like u, but there is a difference between u and me.
I AM NOT AN OBSSESSED MANIAC!!!
Tory - 07/28/98 16:14:59
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: ???
Favourite Actor: Leo and Skeet Ulrich
Favourite TV Show: Party Of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
I do admit that I am a Leo LIKER, and hey, as 1 of u said, I can have my own opinion. I found your page funny, as I do, believe it or not, have a sense of humor. I don't really see myself as obssessed and hopefully others think the same. I think Leo is
orge and also a talented actor, but I try to make myself out as his number 1 fan.
This is a cool website and it is real funny, so keep up the real good work.
ps. Canada rocks!!
pps. I don't live there, but went on holiday from N. Ireland, this year.
ppps.To all those Leo fans out there saying to themselves, she isn't a true fan, then wrong . I admire Leo just like u, but there is a difference between u and me.
I AM NOT AN OBSSESSED MANIAC!!!
Tory - 07/28/98 16:02:45
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: ???
Comments:
rose ferrara - 07/27/98 17:53:44
My Email:juliet2u2
Favourite Leo Movie: total eclipse
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
you freaking ass-hole what the hell do you think you are! you Canada bitch!
Gorgous - 07/27/98 05:20:45
My Email:not tellin
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo a J...
Favourite Actor: duh leo
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: n sync
Comments:
OK!I know you said you're not jelious, but,Honey,
Guess what?U R!You don't need to put him down
cause he's a hottie.He's got tons of female fans
and he can have any woman he wants!And for your
information,we all can spell,OK?!It's dumb "girls"
like you who make up all those gay rumors.Get a
life!I luv Leo.Yall need to quit wasting your time
making a page like this.You are not intelligent.
You give humans a bad name.You don't need to love him or even like him'but the whole world doesn't
need to know your opinion.Right now he needs to
get a lot of encouragment. Have sympothy.Oh, have
you heard the saying"If you don't have anything
nice to say don't say it at all".(a word of advice
to you pathetic pigs).Get your act together.Who
said that all the girls loved him anyway!?
I ALWAYS win! I love Leo
no matter what you say!
Anna - 07/26/98 23:31:54
My Email:annab_14@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: N'Sync
Comments:
You are just wasting you time. You are totally jealous and are trying to get back at Leo for being so gorgeous and famous. Well you'll never get so much attention as he is getting now. And that is because you are an ugley lonley and pathetic dweb who has
othing to do with his time then make a Leo hater page. Just because the guy is very famous and good looking and has millions of female fans does not mean you have to put him down for it. Why not you go and make a Pamela Anderson lover page or something be
ause you are pathetic. If you wish to argue any further on this topic you are free to e-mail me
- 07/26/98 16:33:56
Comments:
Leonardo Decapitated!
"Hoover nobody....does it like you!", came the words from the
television.
"That's what I need! A Hoover Wind Tunnel Supreme!", exclaimed
young Leonardo. Leo was going through a slump in his life. He was a
nineteen year old actor who was very well known. He was approximately
five feet ten inches tall, he had bleach blond hair, blue eyes and his
head was shaped so it resembled an acorn. He was also so bony he looked
like a scare crow.
Leo had a problem at this point in his career, the tabloids that
were always writing and publishing articles about him had finally gone
too far. They published an article that said he was a "mama's boy" and
that he never dated. This article raised many of his fans to believe he
was gay. Not to mention, Playgirl magazine was saying that it would
publish nude photos of him. Now everyone would know that he has no sex
organs!
Leo had just made a movie called The Man in the Iron Mask. He
was supposed to go to the Hollywood premier the next day and he wanted to
put an end to the roomers.
When Leo saw the commercial for the Hoover vacuum cleaner he
suddenly had an idea. He could make the public think that he had been on
a date. He could give himself hickeys with a vacuum cleaner. That would
make people believe that he had been with a girl.
Leo immediately got ready and left. He caught a taxi and headed
straight for the mall.
"Hey, aren't you that gay kid, Leonardo the Faggio?", asked the
cab driver with a grin on his face, swerving through traffic as he looked
back at Leo.
"I AM NOT GAY!", exclaimed Leo as he flung open the door and
leaped from the moving car. As he rolled to a halt in the street he
decided to continue his journey to the mall on foot.
"Hey sexy," said a man driving by. Leo turned around to see who
was speaking and immediately saw the rainbow sticker and the "Gay Rights"
bumper sticker on the rear of the car. He scoffed to himself as he
pressed on. Along the rest of his escapade many other homosexuals hit on
him with corny pick up lines.
Leo had finally made it to the mall. He made his way to the map
near the entrance in the main lobby and found the arrow that says, "you
are here." Now since Leo is a dumb actor he cannot read so the map did
no good for him at all so he was forced to wander aimlessly through the
mall.
Eventually our young vagabond came to the Hoover store. He went
inside and asked the salesman to show him the Wind Tunnel supreme.
"Aren't you that queer?", asked the salesman.
"No," replied Leo, "just show me the vacuum." The man showed him
the vacuum and when Leo saw the $249.99 price tag on the extravagant
piece of equipment he was slightly discouraged but it wasn't much to
sacrifice for a movie star so he got it anyway. He purchased the vacuum
and started home.
As Leo was waiting for a taxi many people were giving him weird
looks, I mean come on the guy was standing there with a vacuum cleaner.
A taxi finally came and pulled over to the curb and if it wasn't the same
cab driver.
"I think I'll walk," said Leo. So he packed up his vacuum and
walked home. By the time he arrived home he was very mad because of all
the weird looks he got and all of the gays that came on to him.
Leo walks in the door and quickly unwraps his new prize and looks
at it with anticipation. Hurriedly he takes the cord and plugs it into a
wall outlet singing the Hoover song the whole time. He got the vacuum
ready to go and flipped the switch.
"Listen to her purr.", he said to himself. He gently caressed
the handle and slowly pulled the hose off of the back. "You will solve
all of my problems.", he remarked.
Leo slowly moved the hose nozzle closer and closer to his neck .
Eventually the hose made contact. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!", screamed Leo in
pain, "it's too powerful!" The vacuum motor strained as the whole thing
shook. Leo quivered in anguish. Slowly blood began to collect around
the hose of the machine . "Get it off!", he cried but no one heard him.
Slowly the Hoover began to suck out Leo's throat. He gurgled as
his lungs became saturated with his own blood. The vacuum jumped
repeatedly as it devoured his veins and muscles. Blood seeped from the
grooves in the Hoover. Leonardo was clearly doomed.
Eventually the poor boy's neck was completely gone. His head lay
lifeless on the floor and his body was still twitching as the Hoover
shorted out and stopped with a puff of smoke. Leo had underestimated the
power of a Hoover, he never realized the meaning of the song.
Later in the night Leo's mom came home from her late night
escapades and notices that something is wrong. She opens the front door
and walks in only to find her son Leonardo, decapitated.
/~~^~~~~~~~~~~~^~~\
/~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~\
|~~~~~~ Casey ~~~~~~~|
\~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/
\~~~~{#######}~~~~/ caseyww@juno.com
I don' remember - 07/26/98 16:13:30
My URL:JoJos Junkyard
My Email:?????????
Favourite Leo Movie: What are you Talking abot? Leo EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: The Rock
Favourite Actor: The guy who is in that one with the rain and the........ nevermind!
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson
Comments:
LEO SUCKSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Veruca - 07/26/98 07:28:16
My Email:Veruca584@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic becuase of the ending(hehehehe)
Another Favourite Movie: The x-File:Fight The Future(GO David Duchovny!!) oh and james marsden(disturbing behaior)Leo sux!!!!
Favourite Actor: Mathew Broderick,David Duchovny and Ethan Embry!Go Ethan Go Ethan!leo sux!leosux!!
Favourite TV Show: The x-files,Dawson's creek,Buffy the vs
Favourite Band/Singer: Third Eyed Blind(Must u ask so many ?'s?)
Comments:
Here's an actor hotter than leo.Ethan Embry(Can't Hardly Wait"and he's not a woman like leo either!)If this comes out as ajumbled mess,oh well,i still tried!!For Ethan!!Click on it to see the cutie!!!
Misha - 07/26/98 06:59:28
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/hollywood/cinema/1535/first.com
My Email:juliet__capulet0@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: ------------------
Another Favourite Movie: ------------------
Favourite Actor: --------------------
Favourite TV Show: -------------------
Favourite Band/Singer: ---------------
Comments:
DAMN PEOPLE.(LEO LOVERS) I HAVE SAID THIS ONCE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN.. U CAN NOT LOVE SOME ONE THAT U DON'T EVEN FUCKIN KNOW SO HOW CAN U SIT THERE AND SHIT ON THEM FOR HATING HIM. and ANOTHER YES I AM A LEO FAN HE IS A COOL PERSON BUT I AM NOT IN, LOVE
WITH HIM I FRANKLY WOULD NOT CARE IF HE DROPPED OUT OF ACTING TOMORROW. I THINK HE IS GETTING HIGHLY OVER RATED. AND ANOTHER THING FOR ALL THE BITCHES (MEGANJESS) THAT KEEP SAYING THEY SPELLED THING WRONG HELLO PEOPLE NO THEY DID NOT .. THEY ARE SPELLING
T TYHE WAY IT IS SPELLED IN THEIR COUNTRY SO BACK OFF THERE DAMN CASE THE NEXT TIME I HEAR ANOTHER REMARK SAYING "U CAN'T SPELL" ME AND THAT PERSON ARE GOING AROUND NOW IF U HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY U CAN E-MAIL ME OR U CAN SEND ME AN AOL INSTANT MESSAGE AT J
LIET200C OR U CAN JUST SIT ON UR FINGER AND ROTATE
THANK U MISHA
Rose DiCaprio - 07/26/98 03:06:41
My Email:hood@bigskytel.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: does the word duh mean anything to you?
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: BSB,Celine Dion,*N'Sync
Comments:
I love Leo, he is a great actor, and a major hottie!!!! So leave him the hell alone!!!! If anyone feels the same as I do E mail me so we can talk. I know exactly why all the Leo lovers can't spell, we are so pissed off, we have to get our messages out NO
, and we don't take the time to spell everything correctly. If you don't like how we spell don't read our messages OK??? R--
Becca - 07/26/98 01:53:25
My Email:ya right
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Favourite Actor: hmmm?
Favourite TV Show: Jetsons
Favourite Band/Singer: all
Comments:
Canada huh? Maybe if your parents hadn't slept with their brothers and sisters you guys wouldn't be to wacked in the cranium..Canada where men are men and sheep are scared...Stop the production of idiots like you guys don't sleep with your siblings...
Summer - 07/26/98 01:44:49
My Email:Really?
Favourite Leo Movie: Total Eclipse
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: duh?
Favourite TV Show: I have a life instead..
Favourite Band/Singer: all
Comments:
I just have a comment on your ridiculous page. Why don't you make yourselves useful and do something with your PC and your lives instead of this bullshit. I don't pay your parents welfare checks for nothing now go do what you ghetto people do best Lie,
teal, and have kids.....
meganjess - 07/25/98 18:03:39
My Email:thbppt!
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Labrynth
Favourite Actor: Antonio Banderas
Favourite TV Show: Seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: Blink 182/Eve Six
Comments:
The bubble brigade is comming!!! It's only a bunny they say! You're a looney, I am not!!
Okay sure, Leo is cute, but where did most of you shmucks learn to spell? Even I'm not that bad!
nob - 07/25/98 17:54:27
Comments:
you guys have no right to make this page just cause your jealous you could never get him you start this page
JEWEL - 07/24/98 21:46:18
My Email:NON OF YOUR BISNESS
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: TITANIC
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: MOESHA
Favourite Band/Singer: USHER AND MASE
Comments:
LISTEN YOU JELIOUS BITCHES,LEOIS AS FINE AS HELL YOUR PROBLY FAT AND UGLY SO YOU COLD NEVER GET LEO LESS MEET HIM OR HE WOULD PROBLY GO BLIND .SO I DONT GETTHE SENSE OF THIS PAGE CAUS NOT REALLY MUCH PEOPLE VISIT IT YOU JUST MAKE IT LIKE THAT AND YOU KIC
ASS PAGE SUCKS DICK
THANKS JEWEL AGE17
I'm not saying because you're probably going to bad mouth me bacause I like Leo, or something!!!!!! - 07/23/98 03:46:08
My Email:chrysanthumum@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEO, DUH!!
Favourite TV Show: Ricki Lake
Favourite Band/Singer: Nick Carter, From the BSB Back Street Boys
Comments:
You want to know what I think about your little Leo sucks page? I think you all suck and your faces need to be all over the stupid "Leo sucks, and I hate Leo" pages. So what do you think about that you stupid MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES, oh and I have the right
to visit any website I want and bad mouth any one I want, GOT IT, cause I can kick your ASSES any day, so there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!
Jennifer - 07/22/98 16:51:41
My URL:http://mypage.goplay.com/JenD811/
My Email:JenD811@goplay.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo&Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Forrest Gump
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Green Day
Comments:
Leo is a great actor and I'm am so sorry that there are close minded people with no lives who can't apprecitate that ! ! ~Jen
Jazman - 07/22/98 12:18:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvins room
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Mad T.V.
Favourite Band/Singer: Matchbox 20
Comments:
I love leo and i'v visited allot of Leo hate pages and yours is not the worst!! But how can you
make fun of such a cute man who is also a great
actor!!!GO TO HELL WITH THIS WEB PAGE!!!!!!
Goddess Bob - 07/22/98 04:18:29
My Email:leosucks@powernetonline.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape, he really seems to play his true self in this one
Another Favourite Movie: The Brady Bunch Movies
Favourite Actor: Leslie Nielsen
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons, Daria, SNL and Police Squad
Favourite Band/Singer: Weird Al Yankovic, The Beatles
Comments:
Retardo DaCraprio is an asswipe and should die a horrible and painful death, such as the many dipicted by the various artists that visit sites such as this.
Highlander - 07/22/98 04:02:01
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo goes to Singapore and gets executed
Another Favourite Movie: Appocolypse Now
Favourite Actor: Charlton Heston
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Metallica
Comments:
My cat's breath smells like cat food
Leo is the suckiest suck that ever sucked
I will severly beat him with a sack of doorknobs
Lindsay - 07/22/98 03:43:22
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/SouthBeach/Pointe/4669
My Email:genevieve23@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: The Rock
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: My So-Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith, Aaliyah
Comments:
Okay, so I'm not exactly a Leo lover, but I'm not a Leo hater either. Let's admit it, the boy is getting EXTREMELY annoying. Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if his face wasn't plastered EVERYWHERE!!! This is a pretty funny page though!
Lindsay - 07/22/98 03:42:01
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/SouthBeach/Pointe/4669
My Email:genevieve23@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: The Rock
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: My So-Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith, Aaliyah
Comments:
Okay, so I'm not exactly a Leo lover, but I'm not a Leo hater either. Let's admit it, the boy is getting EXTREMELY annoying. Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if his face wasn't plastered EVERYWHERE!!! This is a pretty funny page though!
Amber Bracewell - 07/22/98 02:37:24
My Email:Beartrax@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: X-files face the future
Favourite Actor: David duchovny
Favourite TV Show: X-files
Favourite Band/Singer: Bush, Chumbawumba, Green day
Comments:
What a crusty ass webpage!!!! it sucks major dick!!!
Kim - 07/20/98 19:32:37
My Email:khuston@athenet.net
Favourite Leo Movie: what do you think? What's Eating Gibert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Conspiracy theory
Favourite Actor: Jack Nicholson
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: ????????
Comments:
Anyone who hate Leo.... Rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alex Pruitt - 07/20/98 12:20:51
My Email:sprngr@usa.net
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic(only the part when leo dies)
Another Favourite Movie: Home Alone 3,Tenchi:The Movie,Disney's Mulan,1997's Anastasia
Favourite Actor: Denise Richards,Gary Oldman,John Cusack,Alex David Linz
Favourite TV Show: Bobby's World,South Park,Dexter's Laboratory,Jonny Bravo
Favourite Band/Singer: Prodigy,Master P,Puff Daddy,The Wallflowers
Comments:
Leo sucks bigtime!if you want to see a better looking and mature actor,watch Ben Affleck,his performance as Matt's friend Chucky in Good Will Hunting was stunning.and some people in HIGH HEELS say that if you dont like leo you don't have taste,just look a
the list of actors and actresses i picked,their acting skills are better than leo.i admitted i think titanic was okay,becase of its cinematography,but the story and dialogue and of course leo,winslet's ok and zane is crappy as a villain,no wonder mike my
rs won for best villain,REEKED.my favorite part was when leo dies.He's a very good actor ,but just like michael jackson,he had his days,let someone new take the spotlight.heck just look at macauley culkin,once the home alone kid,now quitted the series,now
a newcomer named alex david linz took the place of culkin and his performance was praised by critics and getting movie deals left and right.i know some of this stuff is not related to leo,but leo has his days,let someone new take the chance,who knows,mayb
you'll think (fill in the blank) is better than leo,hmmm,it makes you want to say leonardo di who?
Kari - 07/20/98 00:03:44
My Email:sehnsuct@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: non existant
Another Favourite Movie: Akira
Favourite Actor: can't think of one
Favourite TV Show: Ranma 1/2
Favourite Band/Singer: KMFDM/Rammstein/Megadeth
Comments:
I love your page! The mock interview was great.
Oh yeah...dont let what all those idiotic pre-teen crack babies say get to you. They dont know what they're talking about.
Hell, I know five girls that say they're going to have his children!
Keep up the good work!
Amanda (MAND)& Anhy - 07/19/98 04:33:35
My Email:trungd@foxboro.com.au
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: Deep Impact
Favourite Actor: Elijah Wood
Favourite TV Show: The Pretender
Favourite Band/Singer: Madonna
Comments:
Anh & me (mand) think you're (leo) the sexiest ,facsist bastard there ever was...
P.S Your a Great Actor & don't take this personally
Brittany Mayhew - 07/17/98 21:04:55
My URL:http://www.expage.com/spicegirlsrumers
My Email:Army_Girl_56@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic OF COURSE
Another Favourite Movie: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Favourite Actor: Leo, OF COURSE
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: N'Sync
Comments:
LEO IS THE HOTTEST GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN (EXCEPT FOR MY BF) !!!!!!! YOU POOR, POOR GIRLS I GUESS YOUR FAMILY COULD NOT AFFORD PUTTING YOU IN THE INSANE HOUSE I REALLY FEEL SORRY FOR YOU. IF ANY OF YOU PEOPLE ADORE LEO E-MAIL ME SO WE CAN TALK!
Brittany Mayhew - 07/17/98 21:00:40
My URL:http://www.expage.com/spicegirlsrumers
My Email:Army_Girl_56@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic OF COURSE
Another Favourite Movie: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Favourite Actor: Leo, OF COURSE
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: N'Sync
Comments:
LEO IS THE HOTTEST GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN (EXCEPT FOR MY BF) !!!!!!! YOU POOR, POOR GIRLS I GUESS YOUR FAMILY COULD NOT AFFORD PUTTING YOU IN THE INSANE HOUSE I REALLY FEEL SORRY FOR YOU. IF ANY OF YOU PEOPLE ADORE LEO E-MAIL ME SO WE CAN TALK!
Mouse - 07/17/98 19:38:42
My Email:NOT TELLIN'
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I LOVE LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LEO RULZ!!!!!!!!!!!! THANX!!!!!
unknown - 07/17/98 19:32:58
My Email:_________________
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo sux.. suuuuuuuuuuuux!!!!1
Another Favourite Movie: City of angels
Favourite Actor: Ryan Philippe
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's creek
Comments:
I love this page adn u should make Anti HANSON PAGE TOO!!
'Cos HAnson sux!
Alexa - 07/17/98 19:27:26
My Email:Don't want to tell U
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Armagedon
Favourite Actor: Leo I think
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
First of all U people who call the girls who run these pages Bitches are wrong.They can express whatever they feel but U people don't have to put them down.If U think its wrong,go start your own page about it. U don't have call them names to say U like Le
.I like Leo a little bit but I don't critize people to tell them that.So shape up !!!!!
- 07/17/98 18:58:58
Favourite Leo Movie: TiTaNiC
Another Favourite Movie: ScReAm
Favourite Actor: LeOnArDo DiCaPrIo
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: BaCkStReet bOyS
Comments:
HEY LEO LOVERS!! LET'S TEAR DOWN THIS PAGE AND RUIN THE SICK BASTARDS THAT MADE IT!! ALSO, GIRLS WHO MADE IT, KEEP YOUR GOD DAMMED MOUTH SHUT IF U DON'T LIKE LEO AND MAKE A PAGE ABOUT SOMEONE YOU LIKE. THAT MAKES MORE SENSE, AND IF YOU MADE A PAGE ABOU
SOMEONE U LIKED, PEOPLE WOULDN'T BE CURSING YOU OFF ABOUT A HATE PAGE. YOU HAVE SERIOUS PROBLEMS. I'M NOT JUST ANOTHER PERSON TRYING TO DEFEND LEO. I'M TRYING TO GET A MESSAGE ACROSS TO PEOPLE THAT MAKE FRIGGIN HATE/SUCKS PAGES. SHUT THE HELL UP WITH
THE LEO SUCKS, YOU ARE THE ONE THATR TRULEY SUCKS, GOD DAMMIT!!
????? - 07/17/98 18:25:21
My Email:?????
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: auston powers
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: realworld
Favourite Band/Singer: garbage
Comments:
i like leo and i still like your site but i think its worng to curse and say your losers cuse everyone has there own opoins!
kristen - 07/17/98 18:20:15
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: daria
Favourite Band/Singer: i don't have one but hanson sucks and you all nead to relise that! there gay chicks
Comments:
i like leo i'm not obsed but i like your website
Kioshi - 07/16/98 03:46:10
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Makeup/2659/
My Email:yeah right!
Favourite Leo Movie: LEO SUCKS
Another Favourite Movie: Con Air
Favourite Actor: Nicholas Cage (leo is a pile of crap compared to him)
Favourite TV Show: Extra
Favourite Band/Singer: Trisha Yearwood
Comments:
All you Hanson/Leo-loving teeny bopper morons should grow up and get in with THE REAL WORLD! You will NEVER marry or date Retardo. Stop fantisising about him and get a life! CANADA RULE. CANUKS RULE THE WORLD! -A Canadian GIRL p.s. you teeny boppers need
o improve you grammer. Leo haters have a clearly have a higher I.Q.
stacy - 07/15/98 20:32:04
My URL:http://www.insidetheweb.com/messageboard/mbs.cgi/mbmc00298
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: all
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: gowing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
came to my page!!!!! I LOVE LEO BITCH!!!!!!!!!
stacy - 07/15/98 20:31:47
My URL:http://www.insidetheweb.com/messageboard/mbs.cgi/mbmc00298
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: all
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: gowing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
came to my page!!!!! I LOVE LEO BITCH!!!!!!!!!
Clarissa Bos - 07/15/98 16:58:07
My Email:TJHUDD@AOL.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Daries
Another Favourite Movie: Wild America
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillip
Favourite TV Show: Home Improvment
Favourite Band/Singer: Fuel
Comments:
Leo sux!!!!!
I like this page. I didn't think n-e-one else was like this. My friend loves him and I hate it.
Clarissa Bos - 07/15/98 16:54:34
My Email:TJHUDD@AOL.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Daries
Another Favourite Movie: Wild America
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillip
Favourite TV Show: Home Improvment
Favourite Band/Singer: Fuel
Comments:
Leo sux!!!!!
I like this page. I didn't think n-e-one else was like this. My friend loves him and I hate it.
A 13 year old girl - 07/15/98 13:59:05
My Email:i have one, but don't wanna put it here
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: Harrison Ford
Favourite TV Show: many of them
Favourite Band/Singer: rap artists
Comments:
THIS WRITING IS ESPECIALLY FOR EVERY LEO LOVER, SO PLEASE READ THIS AND AT LEAST TRY TO DRUM THIS INTO YOUR HEAD!
I really don't like Leo, so I guess I'm one of the members in Leo Haters-group. I'm sick and tired of reading Leo Lovers' angry mails around here, this page is meant for Leo Haters!!! Also I'm sick and tired of watching these two groups argueing with each
other. Please Leo Lovers, try to understand: some of us might be jealous to Leo, BUT NOT NEARLY ALL. Also we're NOT lesbian and everyone of us DOES have a life. Also try to understand that THE WORLD IS BIG! The whole world CANNOT like LEO and you all just
gonna have to live with it. Got that? Thank you.
juliet rodriguez - 07/15/98 11:33:47
My Email:juliet 1413@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: 'n sync
Comments:
i think this home page is a piece of crap.your all jelosehe can act better than you can and hes not concieted dont you read books???well i have over $5oo.ooin leo stuff my room is all leo .well anyways leos the best and hes the best actor in the world and
u know it!!!
Colin King - 07/15/98 01:48:35
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson
Comments:
How dare you say that about my man!!!!!!
Leo is the love of my life!!!! He's a God!!!!!
Just look at the little angel!!!!! You guys are pure jealous!!!! You guys are morons!!!!!!
You guys are jerks!!!!!! Leo rulz!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leo if you are reading this e-mail me!!!!!!!!!
I want to be Mr. Colin Dicaprio!!!!! I love you!!
By the way this page is terrible internet trash!!
- 07/14/98 23:38:05
Comments:
Let's get one thing straight: I am a Leo fan. I think you are right in saying that more than one opinion can be heard. I think your page is one of the better ones I have seen. Oh-- and I am greatly releived that not eveyone who has any sort of an opin
on about Leonardo is a bad speller. It compromises him greatly.
victoria brenburge - 07/14/98 22:11:03
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo + juliet
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: ryan phillippe
Favourite TV Show: south park
Favourite Band/Singer: code red/ 5
Comments:
i think that your page on leo okay. but how come you hate him so much?
Tweety - 07/14/98 18:53:33
My Email:like hell i'd tell ya
Favourite Leo Movie: none he sucks
Another Favourite Movie: Armagedon
Favourite Actor: too many
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: ???????????
Comments:
don't got nothing against Leo but I'm far from loving him or fantasising about him.
Don't give up the good work.
Tanya Paris - 07/14/98 18:44:27
Favourite Leo Movie: The quick and the dead
Another Favourite Movie: Mulan
Comments:
Love your web page
Chele - 07/14/98 04:06:48
Favourite Leo Movie: none,he sucks
Comments:
Leo sucks he needs to he's a horny mother fucker and i hate his ass and he sucks bits and whole latta other shit.
cool dude - 07/13/98 21:50:17
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Don't Know
Favourite TV Show: MTV
Favourite Band/Singer: Cherry poppin Daddy,s
Comments:
You guys are right Leo (as they call him) Sux! Whuts up with him!!!!!! Oh have you guys seen the nude pics of him what a pervert!!!!!!!!!!
Laura Miller - 07/13/98 21:45:38
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Don't Know
Favourite TV Show: MTV
Favourite Band/Singer: Cherry poppin Daddy,s
Comments:
You guys are right Leo (as they call him) Sux! Whuts up with him!!!!!! Oh have you guys seen the nude pics of him what a pervert!!!!!!!!!!
frog - 07/13/98 21:01:10
Favourite TV Show: southpark,simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
I HATE LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!HANSON RULES!!!!!!!!!!!
LEO LOVERS ARE GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jen - 07/13/98 16:58:42
My Email:like i'd tell u
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Armageddon
Favourite Actor: Ben Affleck
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek/ Buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: lots
Comments:
You guys are such assholes!!! He's so hot& that's all I'm gonna say, b/c I don't wanna get to mean here.
Murry smith - 07/13/98 07:14:42
Favourite Leo Movie: Gilbet Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Show girls
Favourite Actor: John Travolta
Favourite TV Show: ricki lake
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
Hi Im murry from bosnia And I am a homo.
Leonardo is cute don't ya think ladies.
Love to everyone WANT A SHAG?????
Murry
Luv ya!!!
AN OBESSED LEO FAN - 07/13/98 00:06:42
My Email:LEOLVR1123
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: I KNOW WHAT U DID LAST SUMMER
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: PARTY OF FIVE
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
U PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKIN SICK. U ALL NEED TO GET A LIFE. LEONARDO IS THE MOST GOREGEOUS THING IN THE WORLD. U ALL ARE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT LOOKS, FAME, GREAT ACTING ABILITY, AND MANY ADORING FANS, U KNOW THAT U DON'T HAVE THAT STUFF AND JUST WA
T TO GET BACK AT THE PEOPLE WHO DO-LIKE LEO. U NEED TO GET HELP, WHY DON'T U GET A LIFE AND STOP HATING WONDERFUL ACTORS AND ACTRESSES.
Rashida - 07/12/98 21:43:51
My Email:not telling
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Star Wars
Favourite Actor: David Boreanaz/ Leo is OK
Favourite TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Favourite Band/Singer: Verve
Comments:
I think you are all sad sad sad sad sad people
baby - 07/12/98 17:03:56
My Email:unknowin
Favourite Leo Movie: nasketball daries
Another Favourite Movie: an oficer and a gentilman
Favourite Actor: leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: match box 20
Comments:
leo is so hot you is just jelous. I have over 6 thousand leo pin ups. my not be able to spell but leo is one hot hunk
anja - 07/12/98 16:16:42
My Email:apo@tir.baynet.de
Favourite Leo Movie: hmmm...the one where he plays ball...but not because of him but because I love basketball
Another Favourite Movie: pulp fiction, jacky brown, speed, scream, SET IT OFF, soul food, ........
Favourite Actor: samuel l. jackson, william baldwin, woody allen, neve cambell,
Favourite TV Show: southpark, the simpsons, seinfeld,
Favourite Band/Singer: matchbox20, third eye blind, rap all the way...,
Comments:
I'm not a leo-lover and I'm not a leo-hater...okay, I'm don't know leo and so I can't say if he's a nice-guy or not . the only thing I know is, that he doesn't look sweet ( in my opinion...) so, I don't hate leo but I hate girls who love him 'cause I th
nk loving a star is silly...it's the same with boyband...but okay, it's ur life....but Please don't tell ME all the time that leo is soooo sweet or shit like that.....this homepage is really great ( just to mention that :-)
Alicia - 07/11/98 23:29:53
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~Crazy_Babe/index.html
Favourite Leo Movie: Whats eating gilbert grape(it lets the real him shine through)
Another Favourite Movie: Any that doesn't have him in it..
Favourite Actor: to many
Favourite TV Show: to many
Favourite Band/Singer: to many
Comments:
1 question....why do most guest books what are anti have comments from the people who like them??? the way I see it YOU GUYS HAVE NOTHING GOOD TO SAY!!!! SO GO PISS OFF!!! anyway...I LOVE YOUR PAGE!!! ohh 1 more question...why do guys think all girls like
Leo?!?!? I mean SOME of us have taste!!! Right?!?!
Samantha - 07/11/98 05:02:38
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The other Leo movies
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains with Leo
Favourite Band/Singer: TOO MANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comments:
LEO RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF YOU HATE HIM YOU HAVE NOOOOO TASTE AT ALL!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Oh look, no misspelled words)
munchkin6 - 07/11/98 00:02:05
My Email:unknowing
Favourite Leo Movie: marvins room
Another Favourite Movie: now and then
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: southpark
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
You bitches. You should go to hell! why isn't my comments in your fuckn' gest book. don't tack your time giong to hell. your jelous of leo. Not only are jelous of leo. but you r also a les. At least I have a life and only loners do up websites. for you
information this is my second time on the internet because i party too much. My best friend and I are almost leo's girlfriends.
That mock interveiw was stupid and that is probally what you would say so fuck off and maybe if you got off the internet and went to some parties you would not be loners and I bet that there are some leas. parties. so fuck off and go to HELL!
spaser - 07/10/98 23:55:13
My URL:http://leosux.com
My Email:none
Favourite Leo Movie: the one where he dies
Another Favourite Movie: happy gilmore
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: the craziest sluts in ya bed
Favourite Band/Singer: kurt cobain/nirvana #1!!!!!!!!
Comments:
leo sux all you people who think he is a hot ass
just wait till you look at me beware you crazy ass
sluts ihope you die and burn in hell faggots
san diego boys kik ass
Lisa - 07/10/98 16:14:57
My Email:LisaBlade@.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: robin williams
Favourite Band/Singer: ccr
Comments:
isnt it weird how people hate all the cute guys?why is leo ugly?hes kinda cute i dont hate u or your site but i just wanted to know why u hate hanson, bsb, and hanson.please email me back thanks
Lisa - 07/10/98 16:07:56
My Email:LisaBlade@.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: robin williams
Favourite Band/Singer: ccr
Comments:
isnt it weird how people hate all the cute guys?why is leo ugly?hes kinda cute i dont hate u or your site but i just wanted to know why u hate hanson, bsb, and hanson.please email me back thanks
For me to know & you to find out - 07/10/98 11:25:05
My Email:My house
Favourite Leo Movie: The one that was never invented
Another Favourite Movie: The one that will never be invented
Favourite Actor: Drew Barrimor
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Silverchair & Daniel Johns is hot as !!!!!!!!!
Comments:
Personally all you girls are totaly fucked in the head if you think Leo is hot. I would like to know what you see in him because he is FAT, UGLEY AND HAS NO PERSONALITY
Mary - 07/10/98 02:36:24
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Heartland/Acres/7329/index.html
My Email:viab@mailcity.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape?
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+Juliette
Favourite Actor: Duh! Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: I like lots 'o stuff...
Comments:
I just thought it would be nice if you also dedicated a little space in your pages for someone you do like. Having a page about someone you hate will make you hate the page and all the internet thing is just for fun.
Rachel - 07/10/98 01:42:31
My Email:Rachel@shadowsys.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Face/Off
Favourite Actor: DAVID DUCHOVNY!!!!
Favourite TV Show: X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbrugrio
Comments:
Leo is hot, even though I think he's a little conceted! DAVID DUCHOVNY IS EVEN HOTTER! HE IS THE HOTTEST GUY ON THIS WHOLE PLANET!!!!! X-FILES RULE! I'm to busy druling over David Duchovny to worry about Leo. DAVID IS A TOTAL BABE!!!!!!!
Jack - 07/10/98 01:33:44
My Email:jackw@pil.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Face/off
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny
Favourite TV Show: X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Inbruglio
Comments:
Hi everyone!
Why would you want to know? - 07/09/98 22:18:56
My Email:raffaleo@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: All of them
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I LOVE LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF U HATE LEO-HATERS E-MAIL ME!!!!!
TO: raffaleo@hotmail.com
misha - 07/09/98 20:54:54
My URL:http://not going to answer
My Email:juliet__capulet0@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: critters 3
Another Favourite Movie: TOP GUN
Favourite Actor: Micheal Douglas/Leo
Favourite TV Show: simpsons,usa high, I HATE GROWNING PAINS I HATE IT I HATE I HATE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite Band/Singer: GOO GOO DOLLS, puff daddy, MASTER P ,, AND ETC.
Comments:
I am not going to ride ur ass about u diissin leo and i am not going to support it either.. As a libra i see the both sides of things. and understand that u hate him... what i don't understand is why u have to call hi a retard i mean i know u said nothin
should be takin' searsly that u put in the page but i think he much rather forget the fact that it junior high he got call "leonardo rettardo" i mean that can hurt some ones feelings .... That is the only disagreement i have the agreement i have is that
e CAN be a brat but on the other hand we all have or bad days .... ALSO this next message is for all the people that say ya'll spell things wrong ... NO THEY DON'T CONSIRED THIS LEO SPELL'S MOM --MUM JUST LIKE I DO .. IT DOESN'T MATTER THEY ARE ONLY SPELL
NG IT THEY WAY THEY WERE TOUGHT TO.. I MEAN HELLO IF LEO WALKS IN THE SCHOOL AND SAYS MUM INSTEAD OF MOM ARE U GOING TO JUMP HIS SHIT TO ...ALSO .. FOR THE PEOPLE POSTING "HOW CAN YOU HATE SOME U DON'T EVEN KNOW" I HAVE A QUESTION HOW THE FLYING FUCK CAN
LOVE SOMEBODY THAT U DON'T EVEN KNOW" ANY QUESTION OR AGREEMENTS OR IF U JUST WANT TO CHAT EMAIL ME.
GOOD DAY...TO YOU ALL... avitasing(GOOD BYE IN GERMAN)
Jim - 07/09/98 13:23:53
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin Room
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Oasis
Comments:
I love Leo.Yes I'm a GAY,even though I know ,he won't love me cause he's not gay but I still love.I really can't get over him.
Wouldn't ya like 2 know - 07/09/98 12:42:41
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: Ones without Leo
Favourite Actor: Robin Williams
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Aqua
Comments:
YOU PEOPLE DISGUST ME!! HOW CAN YOU LIKE A BIO! HE HAS HAD GAY SEX! HE IS WELL KNOWN AND LOVED IN THE GAY WORLD! WHY DON'T YOU STOP WASTING YOUR LIVES AND DO SOMETHING WORTH WHILE!! YOU BUNCH OF GAY FUCKERS!!
ale - 07/09/98 06:30:50
Favourite Leo Movie: i hate 'em
Another Favourite Movie: mmm...????
Favourite Actor: tom cruise
Favourite TV Show: hey hey it's saturday
Favourite Band/Singer: HANSON!!!!!!!!
Comments:
LEO SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
ZAC HANSON IS FINE , SOOO FINE.
LEO IS GAY
- 07/08/98 22:20:39
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: basketball diary's
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: nothing i'm too osbsessed with leo
Comments:
LEOS A BABE! LEAVE HIM ALONE, GET A LIFE YOU LOSERS CAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leo Lover - 07/08/98 17:58:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I LOVE LEO!I LOVE LEO!I LOVE LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elysia - 07/08/98 17:34:54
My URL:http://www.wsites.com/Daisy98
My Email:N/A
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Favourite Actor: Will Smith, Neve Cambell, Drew Barrymore, George Clooney
Favourite TV Show: SOUTH PARK, ER, Dawson's Creek, Seinfeld, The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Pearl Jam, Matchbox20, Semisonic, Goo-Goo Dolls, K-Ci & JoJo, Bush
Comments:
This website is really cool. I do like Leo but it's good to get a laugh about him once in a while. He can be such a brat sometimes. He whines about not getting to goto the Acadamy Awards then when he DOES get invited to goto some otehr award shows, He
oesn't even go! That is so stupid. But anyways, I think this website is really cool and they tell the truth and bare facts about Leo. He's not the best guy in the world there are millions of other guys to drool over and they most certainly have a bette
personality!! Again, I am a Leo fan but I certainly don't drool over him. I'd like to compliment the girls who made this page because it is really true! They have their right to Free Speech and they are using it very well! This is one of the best Ant
-Leo sites I have ever seen! All those obsessive Leo fans out there, you can swear at the creators of this page, but where is it going to get you? It's just going to set a bad example for yourself! Thanks for your time and the girls who made this page,
Rock on!
Jenny - 07/08/98 02:59:25
My Email:super_star_32@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All Leo's movies suck!
Another Favourite Movie: Can't Hardly Wait
Favourite Actor: don't know
Favourite TV Show: U.S.A High
Favourite Band/Singer: Bis, Fiona Apple, The Rentals, Madonna, ect.
Comments:
YOUR SITE ROCKS! IT'S SO COOL THAT PEOPLE HAVE THE BRAINS TO REALIZE LEO SUCKS! I LOVED THE INTERVIEW YOU GUYS CREATED! IT'S SO FUNNY! ESPECIALLY WHEN LEO SINGS THE SONG! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!
alexis ravae castro - 07/08/98 01:46:38
Comments:
MAN YOU REALLY SUCK!!!YOU CANT SPELL FAVORITE YOUR A BUNCH OF WHORES WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN DISS SOMEONE GET A LIFE.I REALLY THINK LEO HAS HIS UPS AND DOWNS BUT YOU JUST REALLY REALLY SUCK BIG ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
deborah - 07/07/98 20:16:14
My Email:n/availible
Favourite Leo Movie: n/availible
Another Favourite Movie: n/availible
Favourite Actor: n/availible
Favourite TV Show: n/availible
Favourite Band/Singer: n/availible
Comments:
HEY, I WAS JUST LOOKING AT BOTH OF YOUR
GUESTBOOKS, AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE GUESTBOOK
FOR LEO-LOVERS HAS THE MOST MAIL !!!!
SORRY MAN YOUR'RE @#$%* LOSER !!
Haters Anon - 07/07/98 20:00:43
My Email:n/availible
Favourite Leo Movie: n/availible
Another Favourite Movie: n/availible
Favourite Actor: n/availible
Favourite TV Show: n/availible
Favourite Band/Singer: n/availible
Comments:
Honey, you need help !! BAD !!
Just call me at Haters Anonymous !!
The number is 1-800-EAT-CRAP. love and kisses.
Leo hater #182378127398123789 - 07/07/98 06:33:53
Favourite Leo Movie: none he sucks
Comments:
HEY YOUR PAGE RULES! LEO SUCKS BIG TIME. ANYONE
WHO WORSHIP HIM SUCKS CAUSE HE SUCKS CRAP. IT'S OK
TO LIKE A STAR BUT TO BE OBSESSED WITH THEM (ESP.
LEO) IS PATHETIC. GET A LIFE. I NEED ONE TOO CAUSE
I'M SIGNING THIS GUESTBOOK.
Jenny - 07/07/98 05:55:21
My Email:Taryn74@n2.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TiTanic
Another Favourite Movie: Spice World
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: spice girls and Celine Dion
Comments:
Leo is really not that bad. He is just a human like you and me. If you think I like growing pains because of Leo you are wrong I like it Before I even knew that he would appear on it.
Jenny
ROniee (I'm a gir) - 07/07/98 05:45:51
My Email:leo@I wish he die
Favourite Leo Movie: all his movie is a shit
Another Favourite Movie: face off
Favourite Actor: many
Favourite TV Show: ER when Leo dies there
Favourite Band/Singer: bsb , spice , blur
Comments:
I I want to say is that your page KICKKK some Asss.
I really Love this page. please don't be bother what they say specially the .
OPEN YOUR EYES TO SEE THE TRUTH
LEO IS NOT NICE PERSON I wish you meet him and know the TRUTH
Cori a.k.a Ice - 07/06/98 20:15:16
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/southbeach/shores/4286/iceworld.html
My Email:starbuckscafe@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: I HATE LEO
Another Favourite Movie: I HATE LEO
Favourite Actor: Phil Hartman *sniff* *sniff*
Favourite TV Show: Newsradio
Favourite Band/Singer: The Goo Goo Dolls
Comments:
Leo sucks royal ass and I amsoooo glad some girls other than myself hate his sorry ass! You guys rock because of 2 things
1) you hate Leo
2) you're Canadian!!
rock on!!
catch ya later
Cori
p.s. don't visit my site it's old and crappy!
Katie Behrens - 07/06/98 16:21:00
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: That Thing You Do!
Favourite Actor: ?????
Favourite TV Show: ?????
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson, The Beatles, Backstreet Boys
Comments:
COOL PAGE!!!! I don't see the big fuss over some LOSER! I mean he is SoOOO GAY!!!
crystal corrado - 07/05/98 18:10:31
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo and juliet
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
i lllllllllllllloooooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee
leo so just take your tree huging hippie crap about leo and shove it up yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stefanie Hale - 07/05/98 14:33:21
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Scream1&2
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreetboys
Comments:
I do NOT think Leo D. sucks! I am not obsessed
with him, but I think he is very cute.Some of my friends would like to kick your ass because they
LOVE Leo.They have a BIG obsession!!They wanted me
to tell you that you are a horney fuck rag that
fucks yourself.
Harmony - 07/05/98 03:56:36
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo&Kate
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
I can't believe my eye,for those who have created these stupid anti-Leo sites for a talented actor like Leo.So what,if you're jealous of his fame,gorgeous,wealth and million of fans adore him.He's indeed has the quality and he deserves for what he has got
from.His hard work,commitment,smart,professionalism in his acting career which you cannot be denied.So stop putting him down by doing such a digusting sites to him.one word to all the creator of anti-Leo sites.You need to "GROW-UP" "BE MATURED".
Harmony - 07/05/98 03:43:08
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo &Kate
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
I can't believe my eye,for those who have created these stupid anti-Leo sites for a talented actor like Leo.So what,if you're jealous of his fame,gorgeous,wealth,and million of fans adore him.He's indeed has the quality and he deserves for what he has got
from .His hard work ,commitment,smart,prfessionalism in his acting career which you cannot be denied.So putting him down by doing such a disgusting sites to him.One word to all of the creator of anti-Leo sites. You need to "GROW-UP","BE MATURED"!!!!!!
Daniel Chen - 07/04/98 20:12:32
Favourite Leo Movie: How good could titanic be, because I had to stare at HIM for 3 hours.
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: None
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
YOU guys are the fuckin' bitchs that are lonly, and finaly had something retarded to do so you just started signing THIS geustbook!You sould be treated WORSE!!!!!
Signed:
Daniel Chen:Infant, Hates Leo
Daniel Chen - 07/04/98 20:12:18
Favourite Leo Movie: How good could titanic be, because I had to stare at HIM for 3 hours.
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: None
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
YOU guys are the fuckin' bitchs that are lonly, and finaly had something retarded to do so you just started signing THIS geustbook!You sould be treated WORSE!!!!!
Signed:
Daniel Chen:Infant, Hates Leo
Daniel Chen - 07/04/98 20:03:48
Favourite Leo Movie: How good could titanic be, because I had to stare at HIM for 3 hours.
Another Favourite Movie: None
Favourite Actor: None
Favourite TV Show: None
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
YOU guys are the fuckin' bitchs that are lonly, and finaly had something retarded to do so you just started signing THIS geustbook!You sould be treated WORSE!!!!!
Signed:
Daniel Chen:Infant, Hates Leo
jenny - 07/04/98 18:39:54
My Email:sweetlilstuff@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: who ate gilber grape
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: saved by the bell
Favourite Band/Singer: celin dion
Comments:
leo is so cute whoever thinks he sucks there dumb hates him is crazy
jenny - 07/04/98 18:26:28
My Email:sweetlilstuff@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: who ate gilber grape
Favourite Actor: maira lopez
Favourite TV Show: saved by the bell
Favourite Band/Singer: leann rimes
Comments:
leo sucks who ever loves im is crazy
Elena - 07/02/98 20:18:32
Favourite Leo Movie: Man in the Iron Mask
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio (EAT that you WHORE!)
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion cuz she sang My Heart will go on
Comments:
Just because I like Leo I have to be kicked in the ass? LOL! You people are such LOSERS! I came across this page not to diss Leo but to diss YOU THREE WHORES! You guys are TERDS and WEAKLINGS I suggest you get your asses of the net and BRING THIS PAGE DOW
! I have never met people who are so
STUPID!!!!
Hahahahaha! I wish I could meet you in real life and laugh at the fact that you need a REAL LIFE!
Mrs. DiCaprio - 07/02/98 19:34:40
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Hi, I just happen to be a very big DiCaprio fan, and I was looking around for my 595th new Leo site and I spotted THIS SITE.(WOW, NOT!)Anyway I was looking through it and I have to say it wasn't that bad,.............not!!!!!!!!!!
Well I have to go up to my room(that is plastered with Leo pic's by the way)Now!!!!!!
See you again Losers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paloma Smith - 07/02/98 17:55:42
Favourite Leo Movie: Leo Sucks
Another Favourite Movie: Deep impact on leo
Favourite Actor: George Clooney
Favourite TV Show: Spin City
Favourite Band/Singer: Puff Daddy
Comments:
leo WAS popular.now he sucks.
GEZ DICAPRIO - 07/02/98 09:56:35
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: TOTAL ECLIPSE LEO STRIPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite Actor: DUH LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
LEO IS THE HOTTEST GUY ON THE PLANET. IF ANYBODY DISAGREES WITH THAT YOU CAN SUCK MY FUCKING ASS. GET A LIFE. YOUR LEO HATE PAGES MAKE ME SICK.
Jenny DiCaprio - 07/02/98 06:27:54
My URL:http://expage.com/page/LeoRulz.html
My Email:sami5261895@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: all of his other movies
Favourite Actor: duh...LEO
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains (only the episods with leo.)
Favourite Band/Singer: CELION DION (ever since My Heart Will Go On)
Comments:
Leo kicks ASS! I suggest that all of you leo haters should go to an ANTI-HANSON page because HANSON SUCKS!!!
If you have a problem, or agree, please e-mail me and we'll chat.
LEO4EVR,
:)/ Jenny
whatever - 07/02/98 03:28:34
My Email:PLEASE READ
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Sublime
Comments:
I really, really like Leo. And I'm a big fan of his. I'm entitled to my opinion just as you are. So why are you going on and insulting his fans calling them retarded teenyboppers or whatever?? I respect your opinion and you should respect ours and kee
your hatred to yourself because the people who don't want to hear about how much Leo sucks and all outnumbers the people who actually enjoy your page. And trust me, by saying all this stuff about Leo is definitely not going to change his fans' minds abo
t him. So your purpose of "spreading the word" has not carried out. You seem like sad people and you're wasting your energy hating someone you don't even know. It's absurd and stupid to hate someone so much just because others like him. I wish you had
some basic common sense and learn that there are people who are really successful and admired and don't deserve this critizism and your false judgements which are based on no evidence and a mixture of jealousy and lonliness. You need to get a life that s
tisfies you and stop making others dislike you because ever dince your web page, it's clear that hundreds of people are pissed off. Is that a good enough reasoning????
Ek15 - 07/02/98 03:02:13
My Email:ek15@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: besides Leo, Robert DiNiro
Favourite TV Show: nothing's really on
Comments:
I am a Leo fan, but I love your page. It's really funny. I can understand how everyone can get sick of Leo. The media has plastered this man's face EVERYWHERE and done a story about EVERYTHING on him. Everything he does is over hyped. I understand where y
u're coming from. I am still a Leo fan though because I know that he is a talented actor and all of this disgusting media obsession will soon pass. And all of the girls who were sooooo obsessed with him are now (to quote most of my friends) "so OVER him."
But I really like your page, keep it up.
what ever - 06/30/98 20:13:41
My URL:http://whatever.com
My Email:whatever1000@whatever.com
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Another Favourite Movie: i told u
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: All Leo
Favourite Band/Singer: Lots of 'em
Comments:
WHOEVER THINKS LEO SUCKS THEN GO BLOW JO BECAUSE HE AINT UGLY HE IS HOT AN U ALL KNOW IT.
what ever - 06/30/98 20:11:13
My URL:http://whatever.com
My Email:whatever1000@whatever.com
Comments:
what ever - 06/30/98 20:10:44
My URL:http://whatever.com
Comments:
- 06/29/98 19:37:52
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL OF THEM OF COURSE!!
Another Favourite Movie: ALL LEO MOVIES!!
Favourite Actor: HAVE A GUESS!LEO?
Favourite TV Show: NEIGHBOURS
Favourite Band/Singer: CATATONIA
Comments:
I CAN SEE THAT PEOPLE CAN HAVE OTHER VIEWS,BUT TO SAY LEO'S UGLY IS RIDICULOUS-OF COURSE HE'S NOT.AND HE MUST HAVE SOME ACTING TALENT TO BE ABLE TO GET WHERE HE IS TODAY!HE MUST HAVE TALENT OR LOOKS TO BE THIS FAMOUS!!!!SO COME ON ALL YOU SO-CALLED LEO HA
ERS-OPEN YOUR EYES AND GO FIND A LIFE.HE'S MORE GORGEOUS,NICE,TALENTED,GOOD-LOOKING etc. THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!!!!!!!SO SHUT YOUR FACE!!
Ariel - 06/29/98 17:18:35
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+Juliet, Men in Black
Favourite Actor: Leo duh
Favourite TV Show: My so Called life,
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet boys Mariah Carey
Comments:
It's okay if you insult Leo. I just can't see why you don't like him. Though he sucked in Titanic all his other movies are pretty cool. Don't get me wrong I think Titanic is da bomb but Leo did a really bad acting job. I'm a normal person who loves So
thpark The Simpsons and I think that the Spice girls, Hanson and Marylin Manson should be banished to a far away planet. I do NOT like being called a teeny bopper or being insulted because I like Leo
Dagnı B Gunnarsdóttir - 06/29/98 11:56:40
My URL:http://nett.is/frostrásin
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: James Cameron
Favourite TV Show: The Nanny
Favourite Band/Singer: Botnleğja
Comments:
KATARINA - 06/29/98 04:51:11
Favourite Leo Movie: Well,the only decent movie that bastard was ever in was Titanic,but I liked the MOVIE,not HIM
Another Favourite Movie: I changed my mind!The Stand(a really freaky Stephen King flick.It's cool!Check it out!!!!),The x Files:Fight the Future
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny
Favourite TV Show: music videos
Favourite Band/Singer: probably Svage Garden
Comments:
YO!I'm back!I flipped through the guestbook and found a Savage Garden fan!Oh YEAH!!!!!!Hey,Johanna!Anyway,LOOK OUT!!!!!If leo
just happens to be on an oceanliner you're on,some words of wisdom from the group Real McCoy:Keep the faith and run away!!!!!B back soon!!!!!!!
KATARINA - 06/29/98 04:41:34
Favourite Leo Movie: Well,the only decent movie that bastard was ever in was Titanic,but I liked the MOVIE,not HIM
Another Favourite Movie: Doesn't exist!!!!!!!
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny
Favourite TV Show: music videos
Favourite Band/Singer: probably Svage Garden
Comments:
2 all the leo lovers:MY PUKE IS FINER THAN YOUR
TIN GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jenn - 06/27/98 19:53:43
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite TV Show: DC and Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion and BSB
Comments:
Leo is ok. I think that you guys are doing a nice job on showing everyone that there is more than one opinion on everything.
bls - 06/27/98 16:17:30
My Email:tinkerbell238@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Another Favourite Movie: basketball diaries
Favourite Actor: n/a
Favourite TV Show: n/a
Favourite Band/Singer: too many to name
Comments:
i found your site rather amusing , and although i am a faithful follower of leo, i am truly sick of all the swooning and crooning sea of horomones. i think it's stupid and immature for those little 12-14 year old girls, and guys (sick guys), who idolize l
o. don't get me wrong, he's a brilliant actor and poet and i love him, but all the media-hype is getting to be too much. the way people put him on a pedastal and worship him is sickining. but anyway, now that i've bored you half to death... later,
bls from virginia
Coolman - 06/27/98 05:16:55
My Email:Coolman5@mailcity.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Why do you ask?
Another Favourite Movie: Air Force One, I know What You did last Summer, Clueless
Favourite Actor: (resses): Jennifer Love Hewitt, Alicia Aliverstone, Lacey Chabert, Jodie Sweetin, Danielle Fishel
Favourite TV Show: Party Of Five, Full House, Boy Meets World
Comments:
Hi again. Leo is a retarded idiot. He's looks like a dork and acts like one.
The girls at school are obsessed with him. When the teacher showed us Romeo + Juliet, the girls were like so excited. We drew over a photo of Leo with pen (You get the idea, right?). Then one of us asked the girls if they wanted a pic of Leo. They said ye
and "Where did you get it from?". He told them that he got it from someone else and so on. We showed it too them and told them that Leo was ugly. Then they said that we're just jealous. Just tells you about some people.
Bambi - 06/26/98 21:14:57
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~Bambi_5/bambi_index.html
My Email:bambi_107@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic (but not because of Leo)
Favourite Actor: I don't have one
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: My fave band is Silverchair and my fave singer is Daniel Johns from Silverchair
Comments:
I'm not writing to ride on your @$$e$, but to sign a guestbook. I don't LOVE Leo. He's not ALL-THAT and a piece of Strawberry Cake. He's a good actor, but he's not my favourite. So if those questions were to see if I was obsessed with Leo, you're wrong be
ause I'm not. Oh and about my URL? It's not quite finished yet. I just got started on it. So there's not a whole lot of stuff in it yet. Just some info on me and a link to Casper's World (a friend of mine's homepage about The Offspring and nothing more pr
ctically). So, if anyone wants to visit my homepage or e-mail me, feel free to do so. Well, that's all for now. Oh and the reason I like the Movie Titanic, is not because of Leo. Want to know why? Well, it's the way it was put together. I mean, it's such
good movie, that they didn't even need Leo or Kate. But to make the movie much better, and have more of a meaning of it, they needed a story board for the reason as to why they go back into history when the ship sank. They could've done just as good with
ut Leo. They could've had someone like...ummmm... let me think a little. Well, I'm not sure, but they could've had someone else do just as good a job as Leo did. Well that's all for now. If you disagree with me, fine by me. But any actor is as good as Leo
maybe even better. Bye everyone!!!
JESSIE - 06/26/98 20:17:40
Favourite Leo Movie: LEO SUCKS MY BALLS!
Another Favourite Movie: MALL RATS
Favourite Actor: JASON LEE
Favourite TV Show: DONT HAVE ONE
Favourite Band/Singer: SMASHING PUMPKINS
Comments:
1.LEO SUCKS MY BALLS (EVEN THOUGH I DONT HAVE ANY) 2.THIS PAGE KICKS ASS BECAUSE LEO IS A QUEER
3.WHOEVER MADE THIS PAGE IS AWESOME, I LAUGHED FOR HOURS.
4.PEOPLE WHO LOVE LEO NEED HELP AND A SLAP IN THE FACE CUZ HE IS A PUNK ASS SISSY BOY.
5.SMASHING PUMPKINS RULE(JUST HAD TO THROW THAT IN THERE)
6.IF I EVER MEET LEO I SPIT IN HIS FACE THE LAUGH ABOUT IT LATER.
7.ALL YOU LITTLE BRATS WHO SIGNED THIS BOOK SAYING THAT LEO IS HOT AND THE PERSON WHO MADE THIS PAGE IS JEALOUS, BEAT IT CUZ YOUR ALL HOMOS!
8.THANKS FOR READING MY COMMENTS ON HOW BADLY I HATE LEO AND THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE AND WANT HIM!
Lana - 06/26/98 19:18:15
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: The Godfather trilogy
Favourite Actor: Jack Nicholson
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Sarah McLachlan and occasionaly Celine Dion
Comments:
I respect your opinion that Leo sucks even though I do like his work. Everyone has the right to express their opinions.You seem like intelligent people considering you stress the point that you don't "hate" Leo. As for all the "Christians" who are convinc
d that these 3 girls are destined to go to hell, what part of your religion says that you can judge and harass people the way you're doing. It's all good the way you support Leo, but it doesn't further his cause if you do it in a less than retarded manner
Renee Germek - 06/26/98 19:10:17
My Email:hardcandy_11@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: Garbage
Comments:
God! I love Leo sooo much! He is the most talented actor in the world! I don't understand how people can think low of him? He is georgeous!
none of your damn busness - 06/26/98 18:24:24
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Favourite Actor: leo how can you ask such a dumb question??
Favourite TV Show: dasons creek
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion, greenday
Comments:
to all leo-haters...... fuck you
Amy - 06/26/98 16:07:07
My Email:a2m7y2@ida.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Friends and Seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion, Bruce Springsteen, and Michael Crawford
Comments:
Leo rules. I don't see how others can hate him.
Leah - 06/26/98 05:08:22
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Bungalow/7135/leo.htm
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo&juliet
Another Favourite Movie: whats eating gilbert grape?
Favourite Band/Singer: Garbage
Comments:
This page is really very cool. It's well done with a good content. It's good to see that more opininated pages are coming about.
I admit it (shock) I like Leo. I have for ages, not only since titanic or r&j. I like him for his acting and even though he made a mistake not coming to the Oscars I like his personality and intrests.
I don't expect to marry or even meet him. I am not DUMB or deluded and neither is anyone else who likes or dislikes Leo.
If you don't like him it's ok, but I'm allowed to.
The reason I came here?
It's because I find sucks/hate pages funny.
(especially hanson ones)
Good on you , you've got a cool page and the right attitude towards your dislike.
Jarrod"dump" Martin - 06/26/98 04:17:56
My Email:chaprl@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: he
Another Favourite Movie: sucks
Favourite Actor: Tom Hanks
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsos
Favourite Band/Singer: Dave Matthews Band
Comments:
Why are you asking for my favorite if this is a leo hate page.
Anonymous - 06/25/98 22:22:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo + Juliet
Favourite Actor: Tom Cruise
Favourite TV Show: Don't have one
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Hi There. I just wanna point out FIRST of all that I'm not Leo-OBSESSED-Fan. But I do love the guy. He's my favorite actor, next to Tom Cruise. I just wanna say that Leo is a great: actor, person, and is very charming. I mean, if you don't like him, d
n't say anything. The world's full of negativity already, don't add anymore. Leo needs some damn respect right now, and I think he deserves it!
- 06/24/98 22:57:38
My Email:vesperal_lueur@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: what? favorite?uh...most hated...titanic
Another Favourite Movie: uh....NO
Favourite Actor: not leo
Comments:
this page is right on! leo sucks dick big time! keep adding more! its great!
Scott - 06/24/98 17:15:00
My Email:dumbshit@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic, I suppose. But then again, that's the only one I've seen...
Another Favourite Movie: recently? Truman Show was pretty good
Favourite Actor: none, really
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons, X-files, etc.
Favourite Band/Singer: The one, the only, the truly incomparable, Leland Stanford JUNIOR (pause)... University Marching Band!!
Comments:
I consider myself to be an "indifferent" Leo fan. I personally couldn't care less if he's headlining in a movie I
want to go see. I went and saw "Titanic" because I'm interested in Titanic. The movie wasn't horrible--the diologue was. It
was, however, entertaining and especially worth-seeing on "the big screen" for the effects if nothing else. God knows I
could've done away with the dolphin scene and that annoying "steamy car-window" cut, among other things. I think it would
be a wonderful idea for the bulk of the Anti-Leo AND the anti-Anit-Leo folk to refrain from sexuality cracks and
presumptions. Being gay, bi, trans, etc. isn't something either to be ashamed of, nor something to harass someone about. By
doing so society is merely perpetuating an era of KKK and anti-semitic hate violence. Please--think before you speak, and
make some attempt at letting people (especially those you don't know) live their private lives in private. Remember what
happened to Princess Di? JUST IMAGINE if it were Leo, and the millions of people were teeny-bopper girls? How horrid!
Those who lust after Leo night after night need to face the reality: whether gay, straight, or bi, your chances are
NON-EXISTENT. And everyone who's tired of him--there are more of you every day--like every trend this planet has ever
faced: ignore it and it'll go away. And, for the record: yes, I'm bi. Problem? Get over it!
Daniel - 06/24/98 13:52:37
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~skiddo
My Email:8197062@stud.hsij.nl
Favourite Leo Movie: not available
Another Favourite Movie: Seven
Favourite Actor: Will Smith
Favourite TV Show: Late night with Conan o' Brien
Favourite Band/Singer: Oasis
Comments:
I'm just sick of all Leo-fans. They commit their life to marrying him (for three months), after that there will be some other loser with a 'cute' face to worship. The average Leo-fan IQ must be lower than the average temparature on Antarctica.
johanna - 06/24/98 12:20:42
My Email:none
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite Band/Singer: The Spice Girls
Comments:
leo is so cute, cool, young, brilliant, magnificent, glorious, splendid, wonderful, great, perfect, beautiful and WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah - 06/24/98 10:58:19
Favourite Leo Movie: BLEURGH
Another Favourite Movie: The Craft
Favourite Actor: Will Smith
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Sash!
Comments:
LEONARDO DICRAPIO IS AN OVERRATED UGLY BASTARD THAT CAN'T ACT AND I HATE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. THIS SITE RULES! KEEP UP THE EXCELLENT WORK!
jihad - 06/24/98 07:02:02
My Email:jqumbari@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: will smith
Favourite TV Show: fresh prince
Favourite Band/Singer: bone thugs n harmony
Comments:
put more pictures of the freack
none of your damn business - 06/23/98 20:16:28
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic;What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: BraveHeart
Favourite Actor: Leo,duh.God, what a stupid question
Favourite TV Show: buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: green day.oh yeah!!!
Comments:
Okay, since you guys are fellow girls, I'm not
going to fuck around-k-? I just think that Leo is
a hella fine fucker that you shitballs should learn
to appreciate. Now, go fuck up a tree whores.
Cookie - 06/23/98 19:56:15
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: X-files
Favourite Actor: Kate Winslet
Favourite Band/Singer: Bad Religion
Comments:
COOL PAGE!
- 06/22/98 22:43:01
Comments:
mickey - 06/22/98 03:41:57
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo + juliet
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: the simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: pink floyd
Comments:
first of all , i am a leo lover and i dont appreciate
you people talking about him like that so take your rude thing some where else
JR - 06/19/98 21:37:36
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE I HATE HIM`
Another Favourite Movie: NONE, I HATE HIM
Favourite Actor: NOBODY
Favourite TV Show: KNIGHT RIDER
Favourite Band/Singer: NOBODY
Comments:
HEY, A GIRL HATE LEO SITE! ALL RIGHT, NOW I KNOW THAT NOT ALL GIRLS WORSHIP DiCRAPIO. HOW OLD ARE YOU ANYWAY? WHO CARES, I JUST SENT LOTS O MESSAGES ON ANOTHER LEO SITE. LEO IS A CRAPPY ACTOR WHO DESERVES TO GET GOT. GO TO HELL. NEVER LET GO, ROSE,
EVER LET GO. WELL GUESS WHAT, SHE LET GO YOU STUPID BASTARD AND YOUR A$$ SANK TO THE DEEP BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN. HA HA
Katherine O. - 06/19/98 00:21:44
My Email:katherine_o@mailexcite.com
Favourite Leo Movie: ----
Another Favourite Movie: The X-Files: Fight the Future
Favourite Actor: I don't buy into that
Favourite TV Show: The X-Files
Comments:
I would like to say that from all indications, all you Leo lovers: a) Can't type or spell and b) are the streo-typical image of teenage and pre-teen girls in the '90s. You buy into pathetic fantasies about someone who you have never even met, and asume he
is perfect. I know many people who have met him, and they all say he is a pathetic egomanic who is most likely on drugs.And if you're wondering *how* I know all that, it's because I have connections.
So all you Leo lovers should find something more meaniful in your cookie-cutter lives.
--Katherine O.
Kary - 06/18/98 22:27:58
Favourite Leo Movie: none of thee above
Another Favourite Movie: no clue
Favourite Actor: Ben Affleck(now HE'S PHAT!)
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith
Comments:
I don't like Leo.I think he's conceited and ego-tripped.But I don't see why you make such a big deal about it.It's entertaining,but some people go way too far with this Leo stuff.I mean, nasty fantasies? The only fantasies I have are about CUTE guys,and n
ce and sweet(like Ben Affleck).which Leo is not.I'm just saying, settle down.
Skye (My religious name) - 06/18/98 21:01:42
My Email:LackawannaGirl@juno.com
Favourite Leo Movie: I don't have a Favorite Leo movie...they all suck
Another Favourite Movie: My Favorite movie is Good Will Hunting
Favourite Actor: Favorite actor: Matt Damon, Ben Aflack, Jck Nickolson (or HOWEVER you spell it...)
Favourite TV Show: Favorite TV show: Davis Letterman, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Favorite band/Singer: Hanson, Simon and Garfunkle, (don't laugh) The Beatles, Jewel, Fast Ball
Comments:
Leo sucks, he's a horrable actor with no tallent and all that. But since when was this page an Ani-American page? It's great that you're proud of your country (As you should be. I'v been to Canada. It's great) but that doesn't mean you have to bash Americ
. I'v had WAY too much of that for one year. The kids at my old school tortured all of us. (They're Dutch Caribbean, by the way. Not Canadian) We didn't even do anything to them. We moved to their island so our parents could go to a cheap med school for 2
years. That's it. But we don't even live in the same country, so how can you steriotype us?? Do you really think you know everything about America and Americans? We're proud because of what our reletives had to go through to win freedom. Not because we th
nk we're better than anyone else.
~Skye~
Em - 06/18/98 12:31:16
My Email:am_lie_lepage@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Marvin's Room
Another Favourite Movie: Candyman (which is a horror movie) & Scream
Favourite Actor: Leo & Devon
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
I dont have anything against leo haters. i just think that leo lovers should be entitled to their opinion and not be treated like shit in your site!
thanx
Em
Em - 06/18/98 12:31:01
My Email:am_lie_lepage@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Marvin's Room
Another Favourite Movie: Candyman (which is a horror movie) & Scream
Favourite Actor: Leo & Devon
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
I dont have abything against leo haters. i just think that leo lovers should be entitled to their opinion and not be treated like shit in your site!
thanx
Em
sex maniac - 06/18/98 10:25:16
My Email:sex@zianet.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE
Another Favourite Movie: NONE
Favourite Actor: Kate Winslet
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
I don't really like leo but I would really love you girls if you ever strip naked in front of me.
LOVE
SEX maniac
Melissa Grimmett - 06/17/98 21:19:36
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leo, Devon Sawa, and Nick Carter.
Favourite TV Show: 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: NICK CARTER.
Comments:
Leo is so awesome. You guys are such lozers if all you can do is say bad things about a great actor.
Also, Nick Carter on the Backstreet Boys is the BOMB. AMERICA RULZ, CANADA DROOLS. Leo
has a great acting ability and you don't. What if you were an actor and there was a page like this about you.
You'd hate it. You probably aren't even girls, just a bunch of guys who are jealous at how good leo looks,
and acts. Nick Carter has a great voice. You probably look like a dog next to Leo, or Nick.You probably like
some singers who are on drugs or are so ugly. I love Leo and Nick. Lozers don't like them.
Melissa Grimmett - 06/17/98 21:18:50
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leo, Devon Sawa, and Nick Carter.
Favourite TV Show: 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: NICK CARTER.
Comments:
Leo is so awesome. You guys are such lozers if all you can do is say bad things about a great actor.
Also, Nick Carter on the Backstreet Boys is the BOMB. AMERICA RULZ, CANADA DROOLS. Leo
has a great acting ability and you don't. What if you were an actor and there was a page like this about you.
You'd hate it. You probably aren't even girls, just a bunch of guys who are jealous at how good leo looks,
and acts. Nick Carter has a great voice. You probably look like a dog next to Leo, or Nick.You probably like
some singers who are on drugs or are so ugly. I love Leo and Nick. Lozers don't like them.
Melissa Grimmett - 06/17/98 21:07:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leo, Devon Sawa, and Nick Carter.
Favourite TV Show: 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: NICK CARTER
Comments:
Rose Bud - 06/17/98 15:48:14
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: TWISTER
Favourite Actor: PATRICK SWASY
Favourite Band/Singer: BACKSTREET
Comments:
The only reason I like TITANIC is because leo dies.
- 06/17/98 00:17:58
Comments:
- 06/17/98 00:08:47
Comments:
Meghan - 06/16/98 15:57:23
My URL:http://expage.com/page/meg4spage
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Scream,Scream 2, I Know What you did Last Summer, and Can't Hardly Wait
Favourite Actor: I HAVE A FAV. ACTORESS: Jennifer Love Hewit
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I was once an obsessive Leo Lover!!!!!! Now I really don't care for him that much. I don't HATE him but I don't really like him either. There are people that are MUCH worse then him. You have to admit that. He is an OK actor. But I like others A LOT
etter. Once I started hearing all the bad stuff about Leo I stopped being obsessed with him. I don't think he is all that great. But i do have some books about him that I am keeping because they are collectors and they will be worth $$$$$$$$$ someday!!!
!!!!
M.G.
Leo Hater - 06/16/98 15:29:05
Favourite Leo Movie: the ones he gets killed in
Comments:
Leo hater - 06/16/98 15:28:06
Comments:
‚g‚`‚m‚`‚j‚n - 06/16/98 13:46:33
Favourite Leo Movie: ‚`‚k‚k
Favourite Actor: ‚k‚d‚n
Comments:
Sorry, I can't afford to enjoy leisure as you do.
Watched your site just to kill timeI
from Japanease girl
- 06/16/98 10:47:29
Comments:
Sarah - 06/15/98 21:13:53
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: liar liar
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: the bold and the beatiful
Favourite Band/Singer: chumbawamba
Comments:
you need to get a life
TINEKE - 06/14/98 21:28:12
Favourite Band/Singer: HANSON
Comments:
ME AGAIN, JST LIKE TO TELL U THAT I HATE BACKSTREET BOYS TO AND NICK CARTER MAKES ME WANNA KILL MYSELF KNOWING SOMEONE THAT UGLY LIVES ON THIS PLANET (SAME WITH LEO) AND U CANADIANS GIVE US OTHER CANADIANS A BAD NAME
TINEKE - 06/14/98 21:25:02
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE
Another Favourite Movie: SCREAM
Favourite Actor: NONE
Favourite TV Show: MUCHMUSIC
Favourite Band/Singer: HANSON
Comments:
I HATE LEO TOO SOOOOO DAMN MUCH AND WHEN I WAS LOOKING AT YOUR WHO DESERVES WEB PAGES PAGE U SAID THE HANSON SISTERS DIDN'T DESERVE ONE!! THEY TOTALLY DO. I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST GOING TO BE A LEO HATERS PAGE NOT NO HANSON HATING SARAH MCHLOCKLAN LOVIN DY
E PAGE!! CATCH YA LATER
Why do you want to know? - 06/14/98 20:08:09
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Devon Sawa
Favourite TV Show: 12 Angry Viewer
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet boys
Comments:
I think Leonardo DiCarprio is okay. I mean I think
Nick Carter the hottest guy in the whole planet.
Well,I was kinda glad he was dead in the movie
Titanic. Now listen you Leo Lovers. I lied. I HATE
LEONARDO "SUCKS"DICRAPRIO. SO BE IT. I'M GONNA
KILL THE UGLY DUDE!!!!!
Erica Pasik - 06/14/98 17:39:43
My Email:Erbear200@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: The Truman Show
Favourite Actor: James Van Der Beek
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I hate Leonardo DiCaprio!!!
Erica Pasik - 06/14/98 17:39:24
My Email:Erbear200@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: The Truman Show
Favourite Actor: James Van Der Beek
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I hate Leonardo DiCaprio!!! He sucks shit!!!
KISSES DI CAPRIO - 06/14/98 07:30:35
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL OF THEM
Another Favourite Movie: Legends of the Fall
Favourite Band/Singer: OASIS
Comments:
To all LEO-HATERS............ FUCK YOU!!!!!!!
Kate - 06/13/98 19:16:03
Favourite Leo Movie: all ( which I've seen )
Another Favourite Movie: Great Expectations
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite Band/Singer: Garbage
Comments:
HE IS THE BEST ACTOR IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Johanna - 06/13/98 16:46:19
My Email:jose_unbelieve@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Heavenly Creatures
Favourite Actor: Kate Winslet
Favourite TV Show: The Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Eros Ramazzotti, Savage Garden
Comments:
Hi everyone! (I'm from Finland, so laugh to my mistakes in spelling...!!!)
I came to this site by an accident, and I think I like it. You people really enjoy this, dont you? Leo-haters says he's discusting and Leo-lovers scream back that he's the most wonderful thing ever walked on earth... Hey come on! He's a human being, just
ike you and me. He's talented, okay (I'm an actress myself, too) and looks cute (just a little too girlish to my taste), but why so strong opinions? Does it really matters with who he was last Friday or what he had for breakfast? Please, Email me... every
ne, so Leo-lovers and Leo-haters. Have a nice summer!
Jen - 06/13/98 16:25:34
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Favourite Actor: Ryan Philipe
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Goo Goo Dolls
Comments:
I will admitt it. I am not the biggest Leo fan, like I used to be. I went through the Leo phase, like everyone else is still going through, but now I am over it. I do think that Leo is a talented actor and he isn't bad looking but now thats all i see him
s, a good actor. Thats what he wants to be seen as. Note: Personally I think all of you people are pathentic,not because you are in love with Leo, but because you all copied off of me. I went through the Leo phase MONTHS AGO!!! I think that everyone in th
world just simply copied my example and I REALLY HATE THAT!!!!
Catgirl - 06/13/98 15:38:28
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Empire Records
Favourite Actor: Leo or David Boreanaz
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: HANSON!!!!
Comments:
Your page really sucks hard!!!! Wow, you learned how to put little devil horns on a picture with your dad's lipstick!!!!!!! You are so jealous it's actulley funny!!!!!!!!!!
Kate Montergo - 06/12/98 22:23:10
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
I hate this web-site!!!! I think Leo is totally cute and you have NO reason to ahte him (unless it's jealousy)!!!!!!!!!!! I wish people like you would die!!
Christi(Leo's Biggest Fan) - 06/12/98 16:21:16
Favourite Leo Movie: All Of Them
Another Favourite Movie: There are no other movies
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: My So Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Leo is the hottest babe on earth.I don't hate you for having this web site.But if you hate Leo keep it to yourself.I almost cried when I found this Web page.
TamiLoo - 06/12/98 14:49:22
My Email:tamidani@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: marvin's room
Another Favourite Movie: deep impact
Favourite Actor: jim carrey
Favourite TV Show: my so-called life
Favourite Band/Singer: garbage
Comments:
ok people, here's my opinion.. leo is hotter than any guy that i know (well, except for one guy) but he is very conceited and egotistical which i do not like... he's a good actor and he looks alright but that's really all i can say about him.
i'm not as obsessed over him as most girls i know are, but i don't wish that he die a slow, painful death or anything like that...
Gwenyvere - 06/12/98 14:47:06
Favourite Leo Movie: 0000000
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: jonathan jackson
Favourite TV Show: general hospital
Favourite Band/Singer: marcy playground
Comments:
i heard leo is gay that wuold explain alot about him. i believe that anyone who doesn't like leo is da bomb.
katie - 06/12/98 13:54:15
My Email:would you like to know!!
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: -----
Favourite Band/Singer: The All Saints
Comments:
I think Leo is alright. He is not a god, like some people think. I respect your opinions, though. This page is cool, but the official leo hate page is sick. The people who made it are sick. Nobody, not even the grimest guy on earth should be slagged off a
d wanted dead like that!!! But this page is cool 'cause you guys respect our opinions - good or bad. Leo IS ok-lookin, but not everyone has to think that. He is a brill actor in Romeo & Juliet but not so good in Titanic and crap in The Man In The Iron Mas
. C-Ya, KTxxx
Aline - 06/12/98 11:22:51
My Email:Leo : You are my life
Favourite Leo Movie: Every movie
Another Favourite Movie: Every movie
Favourite Actor: Leo Di Caprio the best
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: BACKSTREET BOYS
Comments:
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!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE
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THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!!
LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!! LEO THE BEST!!!!
Chasidy Di Caprio - 06/11/98 23:13:49
My Email:leo is f*cking hot@ hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: every single movie
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite Actor: LEO**************
Favourite TV Show: DAWSON'S CREEK
Favourite Band/Singer: ROBIN & KCI AND JOJO
Comments:
WHY ARE ALL THESE FREAKING PEOPLE HATING LEO THEY HAVE NEVER MET HIM !!
how the hell do they know what he is like and all of them refer to the teenie bopper magazines they aren't true they can just make money off of saying he's gay and such.all i have to say is LEO IS THE HOttest living thing that ever walked the earth!!!!!!!
!!
Leslie - 06/11/98 20:46:51
My Email:AggieLBL12
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: The Peoples Court
Favourite Band/Singer: Gorge Straight
Comments:
I think that Leo is really fine but I don't see why you girls through yourselfs at him the way you do! I'm a girl myself and if I knew him personally I maybe would go all over him but he is just some stranger off the street that just happened to have a l
ttle talent!
Leslie - 06/11/98 20:35:28
My Email:AggieLBL12
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Matt Damon
Favourite TV Show: The Peoples Court
Favourite Band/Singer: Gorge Straight
Comments:
I think that Leo is really fine but I don't see why you girls through yourselfs at him the way you do! I'm a girl myself and if I knew him personally I maybe would go all over him but he is just some stranger off the street that just happened to have a l
ttle talent!
Christi - 06/11/98 16:40:20
Favourite Leo Movie: any of them
Another Favourite Movie: no leo no see
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: My So Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: Bryan White
Comments:
If you don't like leo GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
- 06/11/98 10:09:50
Comments:
Renai Pascoe - 06/11/98 08:14:57
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+ Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: E news
Favourite Band/Singer: backStreetBoys
Comments:
He is cutest babe on earth!!!!!!!!!!!!..
LEONETTE DECAPRIETTE - 06/10/98 21:24:37
My Email:LEO is superior!!
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL especially when he is butt naked
Another Favourite Movie: IM A FANATATIC
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Favourite TV Show: Titanic learning chanel
Favourite Band/Singer: LEOnardo , he sings well in his shower
Comments:
LEO IS HOT, HE IS THE HOTTEST GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! id love to suck his dick, and hmmm baby, he IS A MAN! LOVE HIM!1 ID LOVE HIM TO START JUMP ME UP THE ASS!!!!!
Schmoops - 06/10/98 21:20:12
My Email:nottaken@mailexcite.com
Favourite Leo Movie: I'd have to say..NONE
Another Favourite Movie: Gattaca
Favourite Actor: Anthony Hopkins
Favourite TV Show: Entertainment tonight
Favourite Band/Singer: Hansons!!! Oh Yeaaaaah! J/K
Comments:
Well, personally, I hate to say this but, LEONARDO DeCaprio is NOT the cuttest guy in the world, so girls, paaaaaalease, get over it, leo is ugly, as you all know but theres a lot better,When you girls, talk abouy leo, you talk of him as if he was some su
erior guy, which is bullshit, leo is NOT all that.Im a girl myself and I do not think that leo is GOOD looking at all... he is OKay, lets just put it that way..YOU leo lovers are really fucked up, whether you want to admit it or not its the whole fucking
ruth.LEO is a short ass, he is 21?? something like that, and looks like a 14 year old dweeby wimp.To finish this off, id like to say that THIS home page of yous on a line of 10 deserves 4....IT FAILS!!! LEO SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leo lover - 06/10/98 19:54:57
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Another Favourite Movie: anything without leo is not worth seeing
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i
ove leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i love leo i lov
leo i love leo i love leo
Precious Angel - 06/10/98 02:40:04
Favourite Leo Movie: Basket Ball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Boogie Nights
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Daria or South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: Marylin Manson or Trent Reznor
Comments:
Hey wuzz up homies??? Not much here... N*e*wayz... Just browsing threw the Leo hate pages cuz I think there *funny*! I liked that picture on the front of the page the devil like one but I didn't know what was on his shoulder???? It looks like a banana???
ell N*e*wayz I am almost getting to the point of getting sick of Leo. He's just always there every where you go. He's in every magazine, friends rooms, my room..... But he's still Hot and sexy!!@ He has a really nice ass.... So who ever are the makers of
his page oyur sooo silly! I mean Leo is really an incredible person and I follow his acting career. As it being fasinating in my point of view. Okay what I want to say is I think you girls\guys might want to take a better look at him. He's really not that
bad. I mean you shouldn't hate a popular actor that much unless.........you know theres always that one point.........YOUR COMPLETELY JEALOUS OF HIS LOOKS AND WONDERFUL TALENT! Hmmm that figures most people are that hate him and they call him a gay fagg o
ly wishing he were gay so the haters could have him! ha ha ha! Thats all I have to say for now I will be a frequent visitor so be lookin for me... Don't take it personally!!!! Peace and love stay cool.... Keep Smilin! :)
Love always,
Precious Angel
P.s. you spelled Favorite ^ wrong!!!! It's not Favourite! Well gotta go c-ya!
Lucy - 06/09/98 06:20:39
My Email:amg_13@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice girls
Comments:
LEONARDO RULES......ANYONE WHO HATES HIM, GET A LIFE
Danielle - 06/09/98 05:07:27
My Email:danni_35@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Don't know
Comments:
Leonardo is the best, all you people who hate him get a life!!!!
ZAINY - 06/08/98 20:30:11
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: WHAT`S EATING GILBERT GRAPE?
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: THE NANNY
Favourite Band/Singer: TAYLOR HANSON
Comments:
LEO DICAPRIO IS THE HOTTEST HE RULES, I BELIEVE
HE IS THE MOST HANDSOME BI IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
I REALLY DONT CARE IF HES GAY I LOOOOOVEEEEHIM.
your page SUCKS just like YOU FUCKING ASSLE YOUR
PAGE SUUUUUUUUUUUCKS, GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING
BITHCHES STOP CRITIZIZING HIM NOBODY´S PERFECT
(EXCEPT FOR ME OF COURSE) SO GO TO HEEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Zainy Bouquet - 06/08/98 20:17:53
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: WHAT`S EATING GILBERT GRAPE?
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: THE NANNY
Favourite Band/Singer: TAYLOR HANSON
Comments:
LEO DICAPRIO IS THE HOTTEST HE RULES, I BELIEVE
HE IS THE MOST HANDSOME BI IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
I REALLY DONT CARE IF HES GAY I LOOOOOVEEEEHIM.
your page SUCKS just like YOU FUCKING ASSLE
pennywise - 06/08/98 18:54:42
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: devon sawa
Favourite TV Show: saved by the bell
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet boys
Comments:
I HAVE TO ADMIT I LIKE LEO,BUT THIS PAGE STILL ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
eep
K ool
id!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kirstie Ollier - 06/08/98 06:46:45
My Email:not telling
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape?
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Green Day
Comments:
LEO LOVER - 06/08/98 00:39:47
My URL:YEAH RIGHT
My Email:HAH U GOTTA BE KIDDING
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL OF THEM
Another Favourite Movie: I HATE MOVIES WITH OUT MY GOD(LEO)
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DI CAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Favourite Band/Singer: CELEN DION
Comments:
I HATE U AND YOUR FU*KING PAGE.I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL WITH ALL THE OTHER LEO HATERS. YOU PROBILY DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DIED ON
THE TITANIC YOU MONSTERS. YOU B*TCH YOU NEED A
CAT SCAN !!!!!LONG LIVE KING LEO!!!
P.S CANADA SUCKS
SUCK
LEO LOVER - 06/08/98 00:37:15
My URL:YEAH RIGHT
My Email:HAH U GOTTA BE KIDDING
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL OF THEM
Another Favourite Movie: I HATE MOVIES WITH OUT MY GOD(LEO)
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DI CAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Favourite Band/Singer: CELEN DION
Comments:
I HATE U AND YOUR FU*KING PAGE.I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL WITH ALL THE OTHER LEO HATERS. YOU PROBILY DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DIED ON
THE TITANIC YOU MONSTERS. YOU B*TCH YOU NEED A
CAT SCAN !!!!!LONG LIVE KING LEO!!!
LEO HATER - 06/06/98 16:18:33
My URL:Yeah right.
My Email:You gotta be kidding.
Favourite Leo Movie: LEO SUCKS
Another Favourite Movie: Jurassic Park
Favourite Actor: Jeff Goldblum
Favourite TV Show: Royal CANADIAN Air Farce!
Favourite Band/Singer: The Rankins (canadian none the less)
Comments:
WHY ARE PEOPLE SO STUCK UP WITH RETARDO???!! HE SUCKS! OH YEAH CANADA RULES!
Susan Arnold - 06/06/98 12:35:43
My Email:Arnold@AOL.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic-because of Kate Winslet
Another Favourite Movie: As Good As It Gets
Favourite Actor: Cuba Gooding Jr.
Favourite TV Show: Family Matters
Favourite Band/Singer: The Notorious B.I.G.
Comments:
I know u r not Leo but this is 2 him:
UR2UGLY2B4GO10
translation:
You are too ugly to be forgotten
From,
Susie
NISHA - 06/06/98 02:33:21
My Email:nichelo16@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: tatanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo and juliet
Favourite Actor: lernado dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: movie
Favourite Band/Singer: natalie imbruglia
Comments:
no comen
anne - 06/06/98 00:01:21
My Email:tayles1104@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOONNNNEEEE
Another Favourite Movie: TT&MON
Favourite Actor: Erik Von Detten
Favourite TV Show: southpark
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
your page rrrrrrrroooooooooooooccccccccccckkkkkkkkkssssss!!!
keep up the good work!!!
leo - 06/05/98 21:44:53
Favourite Leo Movie: non
Another Favourite Movie: non
Favourite Actor: non
Favourite TV Show: non
Favourite Band/Singer: non
Comments:
I suck crap. so do all of my fans.
they think im so beautiful.
but i think opposet.
ANONYMOUS - 06/05/98 18:14:27
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
LEO SUX!!!!!!!!! ALL YOU TEANY BOPPER FREAKS NEED TO GO IN A LITTLE CORNER AND PLAY WITH YOUR BARBIES. LEONARDO IS A CONCEITED, MONEY-LOVER WHO
THINKS HE'S ALL THAT.....BY THE WAY THIS IS A GREAT WEB PAGE...BEING A GIRL WHO HATES LEONARDO IN THIS TOWN SUX.....RAISE THE POWER!!!!
- 06/05/98 16:57:40
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends and Just Shoot Me
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion and Backstreet Boys, baby Face
Comments:
Well, well, well. Why in the HELL did you make our guestbook hella ugly?? Listen, Bitches from Hell: You're lucky that I'm not in a bad mood. Just take my word for it. Oh, and also: United States kicks ass! Not Canada! I have to say that Canada is cool, b
t GO AMERICA!!! You guys juss got pissed at Leo cuz he doesn't live in Canada! HA! Someone remove the sticks from the Bitches from Hell's asses! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I love Leo, you suck dick! You bitch! Ok, love Leo hate you Bitches From Hell
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leo on top of the world, me on top of the world, Leo fans on top of the world, Mase on top of the world, Puffy on top of the world, Bitches from Hell NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT on top of the world!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leo's #1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tanya - 06/04/98 21:22:02
My Email:Catgirl_40@Hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Pest
Favourite Actor: Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: King Of The Hill
Favourite Band/Singer: Michael Jackson
Comments:
I love your websit
Leo is OK but not the greatest guy in the world
Girls think he's the hotest abd I bet Leo even thinks he's hot to which he can use that to get girls thinking he's all that.
Lorelei(his true love) - 06/04/98 17:33:46
My Email:dicaprio_fan@gurlmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo+Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: My So-Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: The Cardigans
Comments:
I really understand why you do not like him. I don't think that you should hate, but I do understand that you just do not like him. I mean not all people go for the same kind of person. I mean, I don't expect you to. I am tottaly obbsessed with him and no
afraid to admit it. If anything happened to him I would seriously kill myself! I dream about him every night, and my wall is plastered with his face, but if you don't feel the same way then I respect that. Just don't discriminate me, because the way that
I feel about him. And, I do not just like him, because of his looks. I understand his mind, and think the same way that he does!
ASHLEY & CARIE - 06/04/98 16:12:22
My Email:NONE
Favourite Leo Movie: WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE
Another Favourite Movie: WILD AMERICA
Favourite Actor: DEVON SAWA & LEO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: 7TH HEAVEN
Favourite Band/Singer: BACKSTREET BOYS
Comments:
YOU ALL SUCK MAD ASS!!!! LEO IS A MAJOR HOTTIE. SO
MAYBE TITNAIC SUCKS BUT WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO SAY ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT HIM. NO ONES PERFECT. WITH
EXCECEPTION OF US OF COURSE. SO FUCK YOU ALL.
Shavonne Hummel - 06/04/98 08:19:56
My Email:leenala@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Scream
Favourite Actor: David Duchovny
Favourite TV Show: X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys and Az Yet
Comments:
I have taken a look at your guest book, and I have two things to say. You know after reading all these messages from all these obsessed girls and maybe even guys(yuck)...that they have opinions as well. I know that you three think that you are doing the
world a justice by showing the world all of the problems with him. Do you realize how many people think there are NO problems with him? They have the exact opposite opinions as ya'll...there is no way that you can change their minds, ya know? And the o
her problem. I really don't have a problem with Leo. As you can tell I am not obsessed about him, I simply liked his role in Titanic, but that is NOT the reason I went to see it, and that is NOT why I like it so much. I think that it was an epic movie
bout something so drastic that took place. Granted I don't agree with all the things that happened on the movie, because I know that some of them didn't happen, because James Cameron is having to fork out hundereds of dollars to families of people that h
used in the movie for protraying them wrong. I think that everyone is allowed to have an opinion, and this is mine, those are theirs, and you all have yours. Enough said, just leave it at that...By the way, your site was amusing...:)
Sind - 06/04/98 04:50:33
My Email:smokiebaby1@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo (who else?!?!)
Favourite TV Show: (nothing specific)
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys and Greenday
Comments:
Well, I am not going to scream that "Leo is best and he is soooooooo hot" and crap like that, coz it is just a matter of opinion, right? Well, I know that you gals have to right to hate Leo, and we gals have the right to like him too....if you sat down fo
a bit, and looked at all thw shit you have written down, you will realise your mistake....I hate a lotta famous celebrities too, but I don't waste my time making a whole crappy site about them...that is so tupid, and a total waste of time...try to be pos
tive...if you hate Leo, just don't think about him or write about him....it is obvious you do care about Leo somewhat (positive or negative), otherwise you wouldn't have taken the time to do all this...well, I better shut up now....and I just hope you guy
find better things to do with your time instead of "playing" around with Leo as though he's a toy....
Katie (Leo's biggest fan in the world - 06/04/98 00:37:57
My URL:http://Leo is awsome
My Email:Leo the best
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert GRa[e
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Leo is the hottest and hottest guy in the world. The should have a monument for him. Leo is ssssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooo cute. And Like who Like ever like made like this like website is like a like a loser
Katie (Leo's biggest fan in the world - 06/04/98 00:37:39
My URL:http://Leo is awsome
My Email:Leo the best
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert GRa[e
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Leo is the hottest and sexiest guy in the world. The should have a monument for him. Leo is ssssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooo cute. And Like who Like ever like made like this like website is like a like a loser
Katie (Leo's biggest fan in the world - 06/04/98 00:37:30
My URL:http://Leo is awsome
My Email:Leo the best
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert GRa[e
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Leo is the hottest and sexiest guy in the world. The should have a monument for him. Leo is ssssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooo cute. And Like who Like ever like made like this like website is like a like faget
- 06/03/98 10:51:25
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo juliet +wedding singer
Favourite Actor: leo (duh? who else)
Favourite TV Show: friends
Comments:
leo is a god. and a sexy babe
Party Püper - 06/02/98 23:30:23
My URL:http://www.getalife.com/
My Email:webmaster@getalife.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic, cause he dies in it!
Another Favourite Movie: Are you kidding! His movies suck!!!
Favourite Actor: Not leo, that's for dang sure!!!
Favourite TV Show: Not Growing Pains, that's for dang sure!!!
Favourite Band/Singer: Not Leo's favorite, that's for dang sure!!!
Comments:
You should REALLY http://www.GETALIFE.com/ !
See! I'm wasting your stupid Leo fantasy space!!!
Lüzerz!!!
<;-( Oh, my precious Leo!!!
Precious- See also 'stupid idiotic'
Party Püper - 06/02/98 23:24:36
Comments:
Roxanne Mayard - 06/02/98 15:03:14
My Email:Spazoid_00@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Total Eclipse
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: (duh!)Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: The Drew Carey Show
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
HE IS FINE!!!I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHERRY - 06/02/98 14:45:07
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: SCREAM
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: BUSH, SUGAR RAY
Comments:
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THAT LEO IS UGLY! HE WAS SUCH A BABE IN TITANIC! HE IS SO HOT
- 06/02/98 06:11:25
My Email:root-for-badguys@juno.com
Comments:
by the way it is Coen brothers not Colen. I also love all of their films.
Trent - 06/02/98 06:05:51
My Email:root-for-badguys@juno.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Pulp Fiction, The Last Seduction
Favourite Actor: James Woods, Linda Fiorentino
Favourite TV Show: Homicide, Just Shoot Me
Favourite Band/Singer: Radiohead, NIN
Comments:
Good page. I don't quite hate Leo but I didn't feel he should have been nominated for an Oscar. And Titanic while being a good movie was in no way the best picture. That best picture of last year is LA CONFIDENTIAL with BOOGIE NIGHTS and CHASING AMY fo
lowing suit. QUESTION: How is Leo dick enough to avoid the Oscars and show up to a Seattle Supersonics game in a Lakers jersy. What a bitch!!!
NICKY GONIS - 06/02/98 03:13:30
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO OF COURSE
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: CDB
Comments:
LEO IS GOD!
NICKY GOMIS - 06/02/98 03:12:13
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO OF COURSE
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: CDB
Comments:
LEO LOVER - 06/01/98 09:35:31
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEO of course
Favourite TV Show: X- Files
Comments:
Leo rulez. This web site is crappy!
Rhoda - 06/01/98 05:30:04
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Pure Country
Favourite Actor: Kyle Chandler
Favourite TV Show: Early Edition
Favourite Band/Singer: Chumbawumba
Comments:
You did not spell everything right, you morons!
On the "You know you're obsessed..." part, "story" is not
spelled "storey". SUCKERS!
Anna Ruth - 05/31/98 22:13:38
My URL:http://whatever
My Email:yeah as if i'd tell you
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man In The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
You guys should get a life because we all know that Leo is da bomb. I mean who cares what you people think, can you actually act? Well if you said yes to that, you guys are actually brain dead!! Leo is very talented and yet good-looking and that is ver
hard to find in a cute actor like him so get your facts straight and go kiss a donkey!!!!!!!!
Aalyiah Carter - 05/31/98 13:18:53
Favourite Leo Movie: None!!! Gag me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another Favourite Movie: (Barfing)
Favourite Actor: Rider Strong
Favourite TV Show: Boy Meets World
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson
Comments:
Leonardo is so sick!!! Why do people like him? Can't they see that he's a pervert and a total loser?
Soleil - 05/31/98 00:00:33
Comments:
To "The Reaper"
Excuse me, but, WE look stupid? Well, at least we can spell, and this the LEO-LOVERS GUESTBOOK!!! Can you read!? Oh, sorry, I guess you have a disability for writing AND reading. Sorry, I never should have brought it up.
Soliel - 05/30/98 16:37:12
Comments:
This note is to "The Reaper."
LEARN HOW TO SPELL, THEN SOME PEOPLE CAN ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL US!!!!!!!!!
IT MAY HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aurora - 05/30/98 16:25:17
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: My Best Friends Wedding
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: MASE, All Saints, and Will Smith
Comments:
Leonardo DiCaprio is a terrific actor and I personaly like his work.If you hated him so much, why bother do a pointless web site like this? I personally think it's a waste of time. All those dumb, retarded warnings at the top will not stop Leo- Lovers to
ome in here. And the thing you said about Leo fans not having an I.Q. in your interview, well look who's talking! We are not the ones doing a stupid, idiotic web sites like this one. And maybe Leo fans just want to see what people like you do for their li
es.Do you know what happens to people like you? They keep on leading pointless, dull, unsophisticated, lives like the ones you are living now. Now, I think I made my point clear.
(P.S) Don't say how much you hate Leo, and make dumb web pages like this one, because, 'ahem,' NO ONE REALLY CARES!!!!!! So grow up!
the reaper - 05/30/98 13:52:53
My Email:ahyrsob@nottingham.ac.uk
Favourite Leo Movie: This Boy's Life
Another Favourite Movie: The Wild Bunch
Favourite Actor: Beat Takeshi
Favourite TV Show: Fifteen to One
Favourite Band/Singer: Mogwai
Comments:
I'm sorry but I have to throw my hat in the ring. Thhe problem with Leo fans is that you can't tell the difference between talent and looks. So natually associate one with the other. Which is probably why you think he's the grestest actor of all time. Rea
ly you make yourselves look stupid when you say jealous. Jealous of what? That he's going to go out with you that we don't have his looks or his increasingly wierd life. You put him up on some thrown equivalent to God because he makes your knees quiver. C
uldn't you transfer this passion onto some guy you actually know. Thhe fact is 99.8% will never meet him or say hello. And anyway you'll be onto the next designated hunk in no time. Plus ever thought whhat people will think of him in twenty years time? Li
e the Osmonds probably. Of course you've never heard of them because they have been FORGOTTEN. So please Leo fans, evaluate your 'love' for him please and maybe then you'll realise that its probably Jack Dawson you're in love and you know what he's fictio
al.
Wouldn't you wanna know - 05/30/98 13:53:51
My URL:http://notta
My Email:notta
Favourite Leo Movie: LEO SUCKS
Another Favourite Movie: Star Wars
Favourite Actor: John Travolta
Favourite TV Show: I dunno
Favourite Band/Singer: The Rankins, Canadians none the less
Comments:
LEO'S RETARDED! HE'S SO STUPID IT'S COMPLETLY UNREAL!
Anonymous - 05/30/98 04:39:47
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Boy Meets World
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
This page is SSSSSSTTTTTUUUUUUPPPPPIIIIIDDDD!!!!
Hey, any Leo-lover hackers out there? If there are any, try your best to delete all of the anti-leo pages, ok? Thanks!!!
LEOLUVERFOREVER - 05/29/98 22:23:20
My URL:http://asdlfhaslkhalhsdflj
My Email:ZXCZVX
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Baskeball diaries
Favourite Actor: Leo (Who else?)
Favourite TV Show: Mad TV
Favourite Band/Singer: Marcy playground
Comments:
you guys are fucking assholes to think that Leo isnt the hottest man on earth? I know, your going to fall in one day and say ICAN'T STAND IT!!! HE'S TOO HOT!!! and you'll have to like him (or want to be like him whatever the sex)i was just like you! i hat
d him too but, now, my goal in life is to marry him the hottie!
Jewel - 05/29/98 22:05:33
My Email:JewelDia25@aol.com
Another Favourite Movie: pulp fiction
Favourite Actor: John Travolta
Favourite TV Show: comedy central
Favourite Band/Singer: Misfits
Comments:
your Leo hate page is BAD ASS !!
keep it up.
Amanda W - 05/29/98 21:55:32
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: claudette colbert
Favourite TV Show: mad tv
Favourite Band/Singer: alanis morisette
Comments:
Dear Leo lovers your page rocks! Incase you havent figured this out yet i was being sarcastic! leonardo is a fat,ugly piece of crap who cant act if he had to eat shit! He probably thinks its yummy anyway!
MEGAN - 05/29/98 21:07:31
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Garbage
Comments:
Hey! I'm Canadian, yeah and maybe I don't like some things that some Americans say about Canadians, but I don't start writing about them on a page about Leoanrdo. I think it's shitty that your acting like a bunch of fuckin' pricks. The only reason you d
n't like Leonardo is because you want to be different and stand out. Well sorry, but it's pretty pathetic to make so much work on a webpage about someone you hate. Get a life you geeks!
fuck ass - 05/29/98 02:56:51
My URL:http://www.leorules.com/leo.htm
Favourite Leo Movie: totally everything
Another Favourite Movie: My bestfriend's wedding
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: I'm not sure
Favourite Band/Singer: NO Comment
Comments:
Okay. I know that you guys don't like Leo, but I
think there are more people who likes Leo than
people who doesn't like Leo. Don't you think? Well,
if I was a Leo Hater (which I'm NOT) like you guys,
I wouldn't make this kinda junky homepage 'cause
it's a waste of money and for some people, this
kinda things hurt their feelings. So if you don't
like Leo, why don't you keep it to yourself with-
out telling anyone. No one cares.
PS:I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you guys and
read through your homepage but I wanted to know
what you guys thought of Leo. Well Bye.
suzie - 05/28/98 23:51:04
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: star wars
Favourite Actor: matt damon
Favourite TV Show: south park
Favourite Band/Singer: hanson
Comments:
LEONARDO DICAPRIO IS AN ASSHOLE. I HOPE SOMEBODY BLOWS HIS HEAD OFF. I MEAN BOTH HEADS TOO. THEY CAN GIVE HIM A BLOW JOB WHILE THERE AT IT. IT IS DISGUSTING TO SEE ALL THOSE GIRLS AFTER THIS FUCK FACE. COME ON WHO WOULD WAQNT TO SEE HIM IN PLAYGIRL.
I MEAN HIS PENIS IS MICROSCOPIC. HE IS GAY BECAUSE HE KISSED ANOTHER MAN IN ONE OF HIS MOVIES. HE SUCKS UP TO JAMES CAMERON SO MUCH HE PROBABLY SUCKED HIS COCK. HE IS A PIECE OF SHIT. MATT DAMON KICKED HIS ASS AT THE OSCARS SO HE COULDNT TAKE IT SO HE
IDNT SHOW UP. LEO IS A COCK SUCKIN MOTHER FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT WHO LICKS KATE WINSLETS CUNT.
Joy Kidwell - 05/28/98 21:59:18
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Air Force One
Favourite Actor: Harrison Ford
Favourite TV Show: Southpark
Favourite Band/Singer: Sarah McLaughlin
Comments:
I sent an email with comments.
CHIT HEAD!! - 05/28/98 20:12:02
My URL:http://CHIT!!
My Email:CHIT@SPRINT.CA
Favourite Leo Movie: CHIT FACE
Another Favourite Movie: CHIT
Favourite Actor: CACA
Favourite TV Show: SUCE MY DECK!!
Favourite Band/Singer: CHIT HEAD AND YOU ARE HUGLY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HA HA HA !!!
Comments:
HELLO!!,
MY NAME IS CHIT AND I DONT LIKE PERSON!!HA HA HA!!!SUCE MY DECK PLEASE!!CALL TO (IF YOU WANT TO SUCE MY DECK!!):687-2290!CALL!!NOW!!IS FREE!!!!!!
687 -2290...687-2290!!
LUCINDA...PS!:I'M A GUYS!!
nelly - 05/28/98 19:50:14
My Email:michel7@sprint.ca
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: roméo et julliet
Favourite Actor: leonardo
Favourite TV Show: beverly hills
Favourite Band/Singer: james horner by titanic
Comments:
hello ,
me i like léo so mutchhhh!!leo are so beaurefyle!!you are so jealuos!!!jealous!!jealous!!!jealous!!leo are not ugly!!!but,beaurefyle face!!!you are so jealous!!
fuck you!!!leo are my men!!he bearefyle!!!!!!!!
ok!by!!your ennemis,nelly and elis
i gon a kill your face!!leo is so bearefyle!!i love you leo!!dont forget it!
Heather - 05/28/98 07:30:28
My Email:rmoran@shaw.wave.ca
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball diares
Another Favourite Movie: What is Eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: ER
Favourite Band/Singer: Celion deion
Comments:
Pretty stupied to judge someone if u don't know him. If he did not have all this fame behind him would u hate him them? We all have a right to freedom of speach.... but get to know the guy first. If u had all this fame like him and their was Hate Pages of
u posted up on the net i think u would care.....
trigger - 05/27/98 14:06:12
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: anything
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: the corrs
Comments:
i'm not obsessed with leo, but i don't hate him. all i could say is that he acted real good in titanic. (but i still don't love him.)
Brook - 05/26/98 19:39:10
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicapreo
Favourite Band/Singer: Bush
Comments:
LEO LOVER - 05/26/98 06:18:29
My URL:WHAT THE HELL
My Email:NO WAY
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: SABRINA
Favourite Band/Singer: AQUA
Comments:
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES LEO IS A BABE I LOVE LEO GET OUTTA HERE INSANE BITCHES I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW LOW SOMEONE WOULD GO TO GET PUBLICITY FOR FUCKS SAKE GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Juliette McCarthy - 05/26/98 04:45:52
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's Eating Gilburt Grape
Favourite Actor: Leo, Brad Pitt
Favourite TV Show: Buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: All
Comments:
I LOVE LEO!! (And Brad Pitt!)
Kathleen - 05/26/98 03:51:45
My Email:kathleen@bestcomp.ca
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Contact
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Step by Step
Favourite Band/Singer: H.O.T
Comments:
Hello who is reading this. Um I'm just curious. Like WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU STUPID PERSON WHO MADE THIS DUMB YET IDIOTIC PAGE? finally I got that sentence out of my brain. I'm not going to call you any names anymore and i'm not going
o argue with you because this website is already made but I'm very displeased.
Chrissy Swanson - 05/26/98 03:50:35
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: This Boy's Life
Favourite Actor: Leo (of course)
Favourite TV Show: Buffy, and Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: All (except for marelyn manson)
Comments:
Even though I'm a Leo finatic, I can see it from your point of view. I don't mind what other people have to say about him, as long as it doesn't offend me! Good for you for stating your opinion!
Callie - 05/25/98 02:23:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains/ Home Improvment
Favourite Band/Singer: Hansion
Comments:
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LEO.
? - 05/24/98 17:00:22
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: the client
Favourite Actor: brad renfro
Favourite TV Show: home improvement
Favourite Band/Singer: oasis
Comments:
sorry but leo sux brad 'fro rules
? - 05/24/98 16:59:54
Comments:
EMMA - 05/24/98 14:01:33
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: IKWYDLS
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync
Comments:
FIRST OF ALL, US AMERICANS DO NOT SUCK AND NEITHER DO CANADIANS. I AM A FORMER CANADIAN WHO IS PRESENTLY AN AMERICAN. AND FOR THAT GIRL WHO MADE THAT JOKE ABOUT CANADA:
STUPID BITCHES LIKE YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO SPELL "CANADA". SECOND OF ALL, I AM NOT TAKING SIDES BUT I AM NOT A LEO LOVER, NOR AM I A LEO HATER BUT, I BELIEVE THAT HE'S A GREAT ACTOR.
EMMA - 05/24/98 13:30:49
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys and 'N
Comments:
Robin - 05/24/98 04:17:57
Favourite Leo Movie: romieo and juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Con Air
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Hang Time
Favourite Band/Singer: Sheryl Crow
Comments:
I Love Leo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He IS Hottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
emily - 05/23/98 23:57:37
My Email:emily13c
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo and juliet
Another Favourite Movie: this boys life
Favourite Actor: john travolta
Favourite TV Show: seinfield
Favourite Band/Singer: usher
Comments:
i have a joke
they thought of the name for canada by pulling letter's out of a hat- you know how you guys say "eh" after almost everything? Well the first letter the man said was "c" eh the second was "d" eh, and the last was "n" eh.
that's how canada got it's name!
Carvalho Ricardo - 05/23/98 20:43:56
My URL:http://distronic.com
My Email:Distronic@span.ch
Favourite Leo Movie: Nothing
Another Favourite Movie: X-Files
Favourite Actor: Scully, Mulder ,..
Favourite TV Show: X-files, Profiler, FX, Dark Skies
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Leonardo is a MUTHER FUCKER AND A VERY GROSS SCHIT
DARIA - 05/23/98 18:13:13
My Email:DON'T GOT ONE
Favourite Leo Movie: I HOPE HE DIES
Another Favourite Movie: TITANIC
Favourite Actor: ??????????????????????
Favourite TV Show: THE SIMPSONS
Favourite Band/Singer: SPICE GIRLS
Comments:
I THINK YOU GIRLS ARE SO PATHETIC!!!!!! YOU NEED A LIFE .
REALITY CHECK THIS UGLY ASSHOLE DOESNT EVEN KNOW YOU BITCHES EXSIST!!! ALL HE CQARES ABOUT IS ALL THE MONEY HE MAKES OF FOF YOU .GET THE MESSAGE? WELL HERE IT IS LOUD AND CLEAR.
HE IS NOT A FUCKEN GOD NOR WILL HE EVER BE OKAY!
C. DiCaprio - 05/23/98 10:00:38
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
I LUV LEO I LUV LEO
Em - 05/23/98 08:28:12
My Email:rosed10@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo!
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Anyhting apart from Hanson
Comments:
Well, i can see the Leo fans have out done you so called anti leo guys.
Well this is my comment, Leo is a dam good actor, and very cute why can't you just respect him for who he is.
Oh yeah you must not have a life if this is what you do all the time
Emma - 05/23/98 03:41:52
Favourite Leo Movie: Hate all
Another Favourite Movie: Hate all
Favourite Actor: Umm...Vinnie Kartheiser
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Nirvana never die.
Comments:
I HATE LEO VERY MUCH.
HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE..
ALL MY HATE IS Leonardo Dicaprio.
Kayla - 05/23/98 02:37:30
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Beverly hills 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: ACERS (ME!!)
Comments:
LIKE DUH!WHO DOESNT LIKE LEO! HE'S HOT AND GORGIOUS.IF TOU GUYS DONT LIKE YOU MUST BE TOTEL LOOOSERS!!!!! I THINK HE IS A TOTAL BABE WHO KNOWS
HOW TO ACT! IF YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE COOL FOR DESIGNING THIS STUPID WEB PAGE YOU OBVIOSLY DON'T HAVE A LIFE!!!YOU SUCK...WE ROCK AND THE OTHER LEO FANS AND THAT IS THE REST OF IT!!!! AND BY THE WAY ALL OF THE U.S.A.SUCKS SO STOP BRAGGING ABOUT YOUR STUPI
COUNTRY!!!AND ALSO CANADA IS THE BEST CAUSE ALBERTA IS IN IT
CANADA ROCKS AND US SUCKS SO HA HA HA
YOU GUYS FROM THE US ALL FRICKEN SUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEO LOVER - 05/22/98 23:47:49
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek and party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: sarah Maclachlan
Comments:
YOU GUYS SUCK EVERYONE OUT THERE WHO HATES LEO NEEDS A MAJOR REALITY CHECK. PEOPLE WHO SAY HE IS GAY AND SKINNY ARE JUST PLAIN STUPID. YOUR LEO INTERVIEW WAS TOTALLY LAME. WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE ELSE LIKE MATT DAMON. REALLY DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANYTH
NG BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIVES, THAN PICK ON AN AMZING ACTOR? TALK ABOUT HAVING NO LIFE!!!!!!
go2hellleolikers - 05/22/98 18:25:43
My Email:bashbaby@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: anything without leo
Favourite Actor: not leo
Favourite TV Show: anything without leo
Favourite Band/Singer: i dont know
Comments:
leo sucks!!!!! sucks! sucks! sucks!!! he is a loser! way 2 go leo haters!
Dominique - 05/22/98 15:25:37
My Email:yeah sure i give it to you!
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titantic
Favourite Actor: Leo and Brad Pitt
Favourite TV Show: Pary of five
Favourite Band/Singer: Puff Daddy
Comments:
I like to go on these pages because they are funny I mean I like Leo but I don;t love him or anything. He's a great actor. But people who take these pages offenly are just dumb
Dominique - 05/22/98 15:22:19
My Email:Domini_69@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titantic
Favourite Actor: Leo and Brad Pitt
Favourite TV Show: Pary of five
Favourite Band/Singer: Puff Daddy
Comments:
I like to go on these pages because they are funny I mean I like Leo but I don;t love him or anything. He's a great actor. But people who take these pages offenly are just dumb
kon-kon belandres - 05/22/98 06:49:53
My Email:belandres_kon2@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: no one in particular
Comments:
hi! it's me again. it's actually my first time visiting the site. i'm from silang, cavite, philippines. i find this site kind of "weird"...i didn't know that there's really such site in the web. i was actually reading the e-mails sent to you and it was fu
ny...funny in the sense that i just can't imagine people like you really spending your time just for a hate page. don't you know that your building walls among you and not creating friendship??? i'm not a DiCaprio fan but i don't hate him either, but if y
u're making money out of this, well... i can't blame you. to all Leonardo fanatics, 1 piece of advise...don't visit the site if you can't take jokes besides, this site may disappear if everybody ceases to visit this (no offense to the creator)...i saw the
stats and it seems everybody's viewing the site, (and that includes you Leomanias!). i guess, i have said enoug. may GOD Bless you all!!!
kon2
kon belandres - 05/22/98 06:25:57
My Email:belandres_kon2@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: none
Favourite Actor: no one in particular
Comments:
KATE - 05/21/98 20:02:47
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: My Best Friend's Wedding
Favourite Actor: Will Smith
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: All Saints, Aerosnmith
Comments:
I'm not going to write much, but THIS IS A LEO-LOVERS GUEST BOOK! SO FOR THOSE LEO-HATERS, GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! AND GO IN YOUR OWN STUPID GUEST BOOK.
(P.S.) CANADIANS ROCK THE HOUSE!!!!!!!
M.R. - 05/21/98 17:19:44
My Email:Maria_R_@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic + Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Men In Black
Favourite Actor: Will Smith ROCKS
Favourite Band/Singer: All Saints, Natalie Imbruglia, No Doubt, Alexia
Comments:
Hi.
I like Leonardo DiCaprio 'cause I think he can act well. I really luv your page, though. I think it is REALLY funny. GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR!!!
Your page really rocks. I have just one comment about what some of these people write about Leo. It makes me puke to hear how much u worship him. I really like some of his movies, he acts well, but that's about it. Oh yeah, he's kind of good looking.
I have one comment: Some of u Leo hoggers make me SICK!! I think that u are mother fucking, cock sucking, sickening bitches!!! (Leo Luvers, I mean.) I hope that u will someday get a life and a grip on yourself. Good luck in trying to have a life with
ut pretending. I think it's REALLY sad how u guys only think of Leo and can't live without him. I think that u will probably grow up to be demented and retarted people who never really got out of their baby years and still think that Leo will come and m
rry them. What I am trying to say is that u guys are FUCKING SAD!!!!!! If u have anything to say about this, PLEASE MAIL ME!!! My address: Maria_R_@yahoo.com. Thanx!!
Absolute Leo HATER!!! - 05/21/98 16:37:59
My URL:http://www.something.com
My Email:someone@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic was OK I guess
Another Favourite Movie: Air Bud
Favourite Actor: Dunno
Favourite TV Show: Dunno
Favourite Band/Singer: All Saints
Comments:
Hi. The first part "Absolute Leo HATER" was written by my sister. She also wrote "Titanic was OK I guess." The truth is that she doesn't mind Leo at all. She also cried her eyeballs out while watching Titanic. That wasn't because she thought the sigh
of Leonardo was disgusting, but because it was so sad. She basically liked the movie a lot. She is just trying to be cool and get back at me because I hate the Spice Girls, who she loves. I personally don't really like Leonardo DiCaprio that much, but
I think he can act pretty well. I just wrote this to set things straight about my sister who thinks she's so awesome.
dennis - 05/21/98 15:28:52
My Email:ace_man@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: 2pac
Another Favourite Movie: 2pac
Favourite Actor: 2pac
Favourite TV Show: 2pac
Favourite Band/Singer: 2pac
Comments:
haven't u ggot better things 2 do?
i don't anyone even gives a fuck
so shut da fuck up
pablo - 05/21/98 15:02:36
My Email:bobo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: the thing
Favourite Actor: ????????????
Comments:
this web page kicks ass I am leo's biggest hate fan, I hate him with a passion I am in the process of making my new web page I have to go now talk later sincerly from ME!!!!!!!!!
Everclear - 05/21/98 05:58:37
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Pipeline/Dropzone/3208
Comments:
Umm....interesting site. Come visit mine! And sign
the guestbook!!!
leos girl - 05/21/98 02:18:52
My Email:like id actually give it to you!
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: clueless
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: friends ER dawsons creek south park
Favourite Band/Singer: the spice girls
Comments:
um, you guys are a little weird.i mean, waisting time making a webpage about someone you dont even like?i think you guys are taking being jealous of the guy a little to far.that is the only reason that boys dont like him,being jealous. what else is there
o hate?its like, a fact that hes a good actor.
- 05/21/98 00:30:55
Comments:
You want us to give you a good reason for liking Leonardo DiCaprio? He's a good actor. If you weren't so busy hating him you'd realize it. Can U give me a good reason for hating him? Look, I have no problem with you disliking him BUT you don't need to
be announcing it to the world. Most of us don't CARE!!!
Faith - 05/20/98 20:46:39
My Email:None
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: IKWYDLS
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillippe
Favourite TV Show: Buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: None
Comments:
I just looked at the guestbook and I was wondering if Lindzey know's how to spell! How old is she?!
Faith - 05/20/98 20:40:29
My Email:Don't Want To Put
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillippe(From, IKWYDLS)
Favourite TV Show: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Favourite Band/Singer: Don't Have One
Comments:
I really like your web page! I have been a Leo lover for a long time and I'm finally relizing what a snobby druggie he is! I must have spent at least $200 on books and posters with him in it. What a waste it all was!!!!!
Leo Fan - 05/20/98 19:04:40
My Email:none
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Southpark
Favourite Band/Singer: Aqua
Comments:
Sometimes I wonder why you people make these anti webpages. I mean, if you don't like Leo, that's fine, but making an anti webpage on him is just dumb.
None of your damn business - 05/20/98 14:49:56
My Email:AmethystR@mailcity.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Object of My Affection
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Mad About You, and Caroline in the City
Favourite Band/Singer: Cranberries and Jewel
Comments:
I am not going to go on about what an asshole you are, cuz you are entitled to your opinion. And, as much as I like Leo, I enjoy looking at the hate pages made for him. They are funny. But, some people go overboard and call him gay, and say that they a
e going to kill him. There isn't any of that on here. But, do you think it is necessary to make a page about someone you hate so much. What is there about him that you don't like? Or are you just those type of people that hate someone to get attention
and in the privacy of your own home you worship him.
You say you hate him so much, and that's cool. Whatever, but 2 suggestions. 1)Have a reason to hate him. and 2)Don't spend hours, and money on someone that you don't like. No one cares about your opinion. You don't even exsist to many people. And, y
u just put yourself on a hitlist of thousands of stupid teeny-bopper leo fans out there.
ps(I liked the mock interview. It was pretty cool)
Lindzey - 05/20/98 03:40:07
My Email:dogirl18@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Good Will Hunting
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: NONE
Favourite Band/Singer: Eyrkah Badu
Comments:
U GUYZ R JUST SUCH DUMBASSES! LEO RULZ AND I DONT KARE WUT U SAY ABOUT HIM! IF U GUYZ HATE HIM THEN KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! WE ALL KNOW THAT U'R JEALOUS OF HIM AND THAT JUST CUZ HEZ MORE POPULAR THAN U THAT U HAVE TO HATE HIM, WELL YOUR WRONG! I HATE U PEOPL
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE YA!!!!!! - 05/19/98 19:43:04
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diarys
Another Favourite Movie: vglnf'
Favourite Actor: David Stalks
Favourite TV Show: Barney
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson
Comments:
I love LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.s.Screw you!!!
heidi - 05/19/98 15:24:54
My Email:heidi@newnet.co.uk
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them
Another Favourite Movie: primal fear
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: friends
Favourite Band/Singer: bsb
Comments:
i don`t what youve got against leo he`s a gorge brilliant actor.just because he`s good looking and has done well in life you hate him.it`s PATHETIC!!!!
But everyone has their own opinion and if you wish to hate him it`s up to you.I`t`s your problem if you can`t see him for what he is........
A GORGE BRILLIANT ACTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crystal - 05/19/98 05:27:38
My Email:as if i am gonna give it to you
Favourite Leo Movie: Criters 3
Another Favourite Movie: My Best Friends Wedding
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: Party Of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
you stupid bitches not only did you totally dis a great actor but you gave Canadians, which i am one, a bad name by being the bitches that you are, just cuz you don't like something doesn't mean you have to display it like this, what if someone mad a page
like this about something you really liked, how would you feel? why don't you guys just get a life and leave Leo alone, he works hard at what he does, like to see you guys doing what he does.
Nicolle S. - 05/19/98 02:56:17
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~Celeb120/Leo.html
My Email:Electra129@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic was good I guess
Another Favourite Movie: Wild America
Favourite Actor: Devon Sawa
Favourite TV Show: Home Improvement
Favourite Band/Singer: No Doubt
Comments:
HI! I AM NOT TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH LEO. I JUST THINK IS A GOOD ACTOR (SOMETIMES) THATIS Y I MADE A FAN PAGE. AND I ALSO KNOW THAT ALL GIRLS DONT LIKE HIM BECAUSE I AM NOT HEAD OVER HEEL FOR HIM.
(ACTUALLY THE ONLY REASON I MADE A LEO PAGE IS FOR MY FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T LIKE MY JTT ONE)
lily - 05/19/98 01:03:11
My Email:lily_speed@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Another Favourite Movie: bladerunner
Favourite Actor: lukas haas
Favourite TV Show: ally mc beal
Favourite Band/Singer: stereolab, the new grand, tori amos
Comments:
hi, it's me lily again.
i just went and viewed your guestbook. jeeeez, there are some really mentally unbalanced people out there. anyone who swears and slanders and doesn't have the guts to leave an e-mail address where they can be rebutted is pretty damn rank. to all you ra
k leo fans who are so passionate about a face on film that you have never even met: at least be civilised. or is that too much to ask from your male-depraved hormonal psyches? the funny thing is, i have never met a cool girl who was also a hardcore leo
an, does that say something? who else do you drool over? the backstreet boys and hanson? you all need some serious dick. later losers :)
lily - 05/19/98 00:56:57
My Email:lily_speed@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Comments:
hi, it's me lily again.
lily - 05/19/98 00:49:15
My Email:lily_speed@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Another Favourite Movie: stand by me
Favourite Actor: lukas haas
Favourite TV Show: ally mc beal
Favourite Band/Singer: sloan, blur, radiohead, redd kross
Comments:
hey girls,
congratulations for not being sucked into the leo propoganda. i have nothing against him personally, but it's just sick how obsessed some girls are over him. personally, i think he was amazing in 'what's eating gilbert grape'. i'm glad i'm not the only
one who isn't psychotic about retardo di crapio. keep up the good work. fellow girl with an actual life and a boyfriend, lily :)
p.s. i'd love to get involved with whatever you guys do. i'm putting a funny piece about 'titanic' in my zine, i'll send you a copy if you'd like. but you've probably already seen it, i got it from a male friend through the net. anyways, you can reach
me through e-mail : lily_speed@hotmail.com
bye.
Crystal Hebel - 05/18/98 22:56:56
My Email:hebel@telusplanet.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Pinocchio
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Home Improvment
Favourite Band/Singer: N Sync
Comments:
I LOVE LEO.
skims - 05/18/98 22:53:22
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/southbeach/strand/5325
My Email:umm.. no
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: billy madison
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: dawson's
Favourite Band/Singer: mariah carey
Comments:
come see my page all! leo stuff, nick, river and ben!
Alex - 05/18/98 20:44:57
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: DAWSON CREEK
Favourite Band/Singer: THE BEATLES
Comments:
HELLO,
I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY THAT YOU GUYS ARE SOOOO PATHETIC!!I AM CANADIAN TOO AND YOU GUYS ARE MAKING US LOOK LIKE CANADIAN IDIOTS! LEONARDO IS SUCH A GREAT ACTOR AND THE REASON WHY I'M IN YOUR STUPID WEBSITE IS TO HAVE A GOOD LAUGH!THIS SITE IS SO DUMB AND IT
LOOKS AS THOUGH NOBODY EVEN GOES HERE! I THINK I SHOULD GIVE YOU GUYS A LITTLE ADVICE:GET A LIFE!
ML - 05/18/98 20:01:59
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DI CAPRIO
Favourite Band/Singer: BSB
Comments:
WHAT THE HELL R U FUCKEN CANADIAN ASS BITCHES TALKING ABOUT. U BETTER STOP TALKING SHIT OR I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKEN ASS
xena - 05/18/98 16:11:12
My Email:thekid_9@hotmail.com
Comments:
first of all, nobody ever said that you have to like him. second of all you can't deny that he is a phenomenal(i don't know how to spell it) actor. so maybe you should figure out what a loser you are before you start putting down other people.
Toronto - 05/18/98 15:31:40
Favourite Leo Movie: the man in the iron mask
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: xfiles
Favourite Band/Singer: OLP
Comments:
i disregarded your warnings about anti-leo material, ignored your bashing, and i liked the rest of the site. i am also a proud anti-american (call it pro-Canadian if you like) so except for the tiny issue of disliking leo you guys rock.p.s. i love leo
Transcendency - 05/18/98 07:02:36
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Aliens
Favourite Actor: Arnold Schwarzenegger (YAH!)
Favourite TV Show: Jonovision
Favourite Band/Singer: none of these new shitty alternative bands -- only NIRVANA
Comments:
Well i don't really have opinion on this subject (sure, i have a few leo pics on my wall coz i find him good-looking. his neighbours are Arnie, eddie furlong, van damme, brad pitt, devon sawa and will smith mostly because they're cute and i like beauty)
the battle here is not against leonardo dicaprio, girlz. I have a gift for psychology so take my word for it ok? Stuff you mentioned on your kick ass page. The things you want to get kickas pages for such as all female hockey players, you totally coun
eract with macho images such as WWF (or whatever is, i don't really remember -- i just see the essence) you have to think about what you really want and not what you feel like doing at the moment. you try to promote yourself a lot on your 'bio' pages bu
you come off fake (my impressin anyway - those almost never lie) i'm sure you have lives of your own but why all the hatred towards somebody you've never even met personally? how would you feel if you were in leo's shoes? because you know what, if your
a celebrity the fame almost always gets to your head. i don't remember one single celebrity (BIG celeb, not small potatoes) who did not take advantage of his/her position. before you judge someone, put yourself in their shoes. i lost a lot of enemies
his way.
Seth - 05/18/98 06:31:33
Comments:
You guys are damn cute! :) I don't hate anyone, but you guys are hilarious. I'm an American and I can't spell worth a crap!
NORMAL CANADIAN IN TORONTO - 05/18/98 06:32:41
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/9072
My Email:cicamica@rocketmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Schindler's List
Favourite Actor: Nicholas Cage
Favourite TV Show: Babylon 5
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith
Comments:
YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK. To the creators of this page: PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE AMERICANS HATE CANADIANS. You come off as judgemental, incompetent and prejudiced. And your web design sucks, so we're in the same boat :o) It's fine that you have an opinion abo
t Leonardo diCaprio --but what is it based on? What do you know about him? Ever meet him personally? Talk to him? ALL YOU KNOW IS WHAT THE MEDIA TELLS YOU. You know nothing about the real Leonardo diCaprio (and neither do I) So shut the fuck up and
on't judge people when you don't know what you're talking about. TO LEO LOVERS: you are no better than the haters, because you blindly believe, without question. That's just STUPID. Imagine for a second that he's a stupid retard, as he is pictured in
his site. What would you do if you found out that it's true? (I don't think it's true, but we never really know, now do we?)
In GENERAL : BOTH SIDES ARE WRONG. YOU REALLY KNOW NOTHING. SOCRATES SAID SO AND BY GOLLY IT'S TRUE. Stop fighting over what Leo is like -- do something productive instead, like, go to your local park and pick up garbage and put it in its place. Or g
volunteer at the nursing home or the hospital. Put a smile on a sad face. GET OFF YOUR ASS!!! EYE(tm) RULEZZZZZZ!!!
Pheebs - 05/18/98 05:32:39
Favourite Leo Movie: None
Another Favourite Movie: Dazed and Confused
Favourite Actor: None
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: No Doubt
Comments:
Leo gets way too much attention. I could stammer "P-p-p-prom-mise m-me, R-r-r-ose..." too if you put me in cold water.
Im from leo haters - 05/18/98 02:16:43
My Email:i don't need junk from you people so im not giving it
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic, Romeo & Juliet and any other movie he dies in. HAHAHAHAHA In your face
br>
Another Favourite Movie: Gilberta Grape cause hes all fucked up in that one
Favourite Actor: Anybody thats totally the opposite of Leo
Favourite TV Show: anything that leo doesn't like
Favourite Band/Singer: Our Lady Peace and Raine Maida and Edwin and I Mother Earth
Comments:
Yeah I have a comment since all you stupid fuckers that actually like Leo the cake-boy are coming into our Guestbook why don't i cime in here and fuck with you people huh does that sound good. Just to let you know I am not agaist gays or anything pretty m
ch the only thing i hate is the CONCEITED, SHIT HEAD THAT THINKS HE CAN ACT!!!!!!!
and what the hell is up with him maybe his forehead that THING is totally high in fact its about the hight of FRANKENSTEINS wouldn't you say!!!!! And CANADA KIX your stupid sorry ass U.S.
OH and MEXICO SUX SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jenny - 05/17/98 23:04:32
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic and Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: Dawson and 7th Heaven
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine-My Heart Will Go On!!!
Comments:
I Love Leo! He's not gay! You have to admit that he IS cute! AND, Titanic is the BEST movie ever made "By the hand of man in ALL history!"
Jenn - 05/17/98 22:41:06
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden & Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
Why do hate Leo so much? I know nobody will probably read this because it's a Leo Lovers page but, if Leo is gay, or anorexic, how does that concern you? And how would you know if he is gay or anything else if you didn't read about him? Y'know, if you hat
d him that much, you would'nt be your idiotic lives making a dull stupid web page like this. I only went in here to see what the hell boring, dull, fucked in the head, people like you do for life. i know this letter won't change anything you stobburn do,
ut I'm saying what I think of Leo, just like you.(But I think I made more sense of it.)
So read this, (if you can.) FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OR SOMEBODY'S ASS IS REALLY GOING TO GET KICKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
mYsTeRy gIrL - 05/17/98 21:36:50
My Email:POPPYSEED31@POPMAIL
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO&JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: BUFFY AND DAWSONS CREEK
Favourite Band/Singer: N'SYNC
Comments:
YOU SUCK!!!!!!YOU ARE A FUCKING FAGGET!!!!RIGHT KNOW I WOULD LIKE TO BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF DICK!!!
michelle - 05/17/98 03:22:41
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: the man in the iron mask
Favourite Actor: leo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: anything with leo on it
Favourite Band/Singer: the leo music band
Comments:
leo is cuate!hes not gay like eyeryone thinks he
is. and i have pitures of him all over my room
wall and i'm not crazy.i have every movie of
his that hes made. and i'm not crazy. i've told
everyone to call me mrs. DiCaprio. because when
i go to meet him in a few weeks i will get him
to marry meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JENNIFER - 05/17/98 00:15:09
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: ANY SHOW WITH LEO
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION (MY HEART WILL GO ON
Comments:
LEONARDO IS ABSOLUTELY THE MOST GORGEOUS MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD. I HATE ALL JEALOUS ASS-HOLES WHO TRASH HIM. THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE FACT THAT HE'S SO MUCH MORE SEXY THAN THEM. AND ALL LEO LOVERS, ROCK ON GIRLFRIENDS, YOU'RE MAKING THE BEST DECISION EVER. A
D ALL LEO HATERS, I HOPE YOU ALL FUCK OFF, GO TO HELL AND BURN TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
kskat - 05/16/98 22:22:43
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo&Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: the crow, dream for an ensamniac
Favourite Actor: Brandon Lee (even if he's dead)
Favourite TV Show: my so-called life
Favourite Band/Singer: flemming & John, O.C. SUPERTONES
Comments:
my opinion is completely irrelivent. maybe someone will read this, but it won't change anything. but, to those Leo lovers: WHY DID YOU COME TO THIS PAGE? you knew what it was about.
Carolyn - 05/16/98 17:07:51
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Hard Days Night
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!
Favourite TV Show: I Love Lucy
Favourite Band/Singer: The Beatles
Comments:
Even though I am a huuuuuuuuugggggeeeee Leo fan and I can't figure out how people can hate him, I still like your site. Even though it is making fun of my hero, it is very funny! I loved the interview and obsessed list!!! They were hilarious. You can take
this as a big complement from me, considering Leo (and the Beatles) are plastered on my wall!!! For me to actually like a anti leo site is something else!! But I still say: LEO 4 EVER!!
BLONDIE AND CLOEY - 05/16/98 16:48:43
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: SCREAM 2
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: DAWSONS CREEK
Favourite Band/Singer: BUSH 4 EVER!
Comments:
I REALLY DONT LIKE HIM BUT SINCE MY FRIEND (CLOEY) DOES YOU CAN FUCK OFF
YOU SKANKY ASS HOES! YOU ALL KNOW HE LOOKS WAY DAMN BETTER THAN YOU
DO. GO SUCK YOUR MOMMAS DICK AND THAT EXPLAINS HOW YOU WERE BORN,YOU MOTHER FUCKIN GAY TITTY SUCKIN LESBOS AND WANNABE WHORES
AND BITCHES SO FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLONDIE AND CLOEY
P.S. IS YOUR MOTHER COLOR BLIND?
kate sarah - 05/16/98 11:44:41
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo+juliet
Favourite Actor: Ethan Hawke
Favourite TV Show: video hits
Favourite Band/Singer: living end
Comments:
leo is the most bitchin person in the world and to
all you leo haters we would like to say get fucked
I reckon ethan hawke is damm cuteto
aside
from prince william he is the hottest sexiest babe in the world and he can get in my lifeboat anytime.
"RIE" - 05/16/98 05:36:51
My URL:http://leo
My Email:i love leo
Favourite Leo Movie: everyone he's made
Another Favourite Movie: DO YOU HAVE TYPO PROBLEMS
Favourite Actor: leo! da!
Favourite TV Show: my so-called leo
Favourite Band/Singer: leo
Comments:
the reason why i continued to read your page is because i got tempted to read about how jealous and stupid you guys are. is it because you guys don't have his looks or his talents. is that what's driving you nuts.i thought so!well, you have you opinion an
i have mine so i don't give a shit what you tend to think. your just ignorant people who are annoyed because you can't be him. deep inside your envying him more than your hating him. people like you just try to find a way to ruin his reputation but what
ou don't know is that your also ruining yours!!!!
S.P. - 05/16/98 02:22:54
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEO OF COURSE
Comments:
LEO ROCKS!!!!!!!!!
I'M STILL HERE BECAUSE I WANT TO SEND A NASTY MESSAGE TO THE OWNER OF THE HATE PAGE, AND LEO HATERS. BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONES WHO SUCK!!!!!!!!!
S.P. - 05/16/98 02:20:00
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEO OF COURSE
Comments:
LEO ROCKS!!!!!!!!!
I'M STILL HERE BECAUSE I WANT TO SEND A NASTY MESSAGE TO THE OWNER, AND LEO HATERS. BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONES WHO SUCK!!!!!!!!!
Psychopath - 05/16/98 01:24:21
My Email:jhlo@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca
Favourite Leo Movie: Did he make ANY GOOD ONES???
Another Favourite Movie: SAME AS ABOVE!!!
Favourite Actor: Tom Cruise
Favourite TV Show: Star Trek
Favourite Band/Singer: Amuro Namie
Comments:
I think that his type can just only attract young girls that's all!
carissa unger - 05/15/98 19:31:29
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
IF YOU THINK THAT LEO SUCKS YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST PERSON ALIVE! I WAS ONLY CURIOUS.
carissa unger - 05/15/98 19:23:52
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: mel gibson
Favourite TV Show: simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
IF YOU THINK THAT LEO SUCKS YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST PERSON ALIVE
Lisette - 05/15/98 17:29:19
Favourite Leo Movie: The man in the iron mask
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Fresh Prince of Bel-air
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet boys
Comments:
Although I simply adore Leo, I was curious to see your web page. I have to admit that it's really funny although I hate it because you're insulting Leo but everyone has their own opinion of people so I still respect it.
Lisette - 05/15/98 17:28:13
Favourite Leo Movie: The man in the iron mask
Comments:
Nagehan - 05/15/98 17:25:28
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Baby's Day Out
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: The Bold and the Beautiful
Favourite Band/Singer: Chumbawamba
Comments:
Although I am a BIG fan of Leo and I absolutely hate your page, I have to admit you guys have done a good job because you express your opinion really clearly.
DI CAPRIO FUCKER - 05/15/98 11:01:17
Comments:
DI CAPRIO IS APIECE OF SHEET HE THINKS THAT HE IS SOME ONE BUT HE IS A SISI.
FUCK YOU DI CAPRIO EAT MY SHEET
FUCKE DI CAPRIO AND ALL OF HIS FUNS.
DI CAPRIO FUCKER - 05/15/98 11:01:13
Comments:
Leonaro fucker - 05/15/98 10:55:19
Favourite Leo Movie: I hate all of them
Comments:
Emily - 05/14/98 20:32:22
My URL:http://you don't wanna know, it's a Leo site
My Email:tommy_girl_82@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo + Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEO!
Favourite TV Show: Mad About You, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Marcy Playground
Comments:
Although I'm a Leo fan, i would like to admit that your page is funny, and well thought up. I'm glad that you didn't put Kill Leo Kill Leo! all over your page. That is sick, to want someone to die. I have to respect your opinion, because everyone has one.
2 things though. Leo is straight, he has a girlfriend an he cleared up those rumors that he was bi. i heard it from his own lips. and 2 us Leo fans don't just like him for his looks. We also like his talent. Some people Only like his looks, if that's the
ase then I'm a different story. Oh, and USA isn't bashing Canada. Who the hell cares if words are spelled right? I don't i couldn't give a rat's ass if somepone made a spelling mistake! Only English freaks who are too smart for their own good go looking f
r spelling mistakes. Oh, and i forgot one thing. Leo lovers come here because they are curious, i mean, c'mon, if you loved someone and you saw a hate page about them you'd be curious too, y'know?
Emily - 05/14/98 20:34:21
My URL:http://you don't wanna know, it's a Leo site
My Email:tommy_girl_82@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo + Juliet
Favourite Actor: LEO!
Favourite TV Show: Mad About You, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Marcy Playground
Comments:
Although I'm a Leo fan, i would like to admit that your page is funny, and well thought up. I'm glad that you didn't put Kill Leo Kill Leo! all over your page. That is sick, to want someone to die. I have to respect your opinion, because everyone has one.
2 things though. Leo is straight, he has a girlfriend an he cleared up those rumors that he was bi. i heard it from
BRUNA - 05/14/98 19:22:23
Favourite Leo Movie: BASKETBALL DIARIES
Another Favourite Movie: THE CRAFT
Favourite Actor: LEO DICAPRIO
Favourite Band/Singer: THE ROLLING STONES
Comments:
LISTEN I DO LOOOOOOOOOOVE LEO BUT U DID A GREAT JOB , YOUR PAGE IS SO FUNNY I COULD'NT HELP MYSELF NOT TO LAUGH.MAYBE U COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT BACKSTREET BOYS OR SOME OTHER WIMPY BOY BAND
Letitia - 05/14/98 14:23:03
My Email:don't have one
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo!
Favourite TV Show: Dharma & Greg
Favourite Band/Singer: Def Leppard, Pink Floyd, Alanis Morrissette
Comments:
Even though I love Leo, I was impressed by your page, because you express your opinions without demanding someone's murder. (Have you seen the P.A.T.H. page? They want to rape and stab Celine Dion just for singing that song!) I am glad to see that peopl
can express their opinions without being malicious. Thanks!
Who cares? - 05/14/98 01:21:47
My URL:Do you care?
My Email:useless
Favourite Leo Movie: ...
Another Favourite Movie: ...
Favourite Actor: ...
Favourite TV Show: ...
Favourite Band/Singer: ...
Comments:
Ok... ok...
I'd just like to know WHY people that hate him so much dedicate so much time to him! I guess you are three bored girls that have nothing to do, and decided to spread the word "hate" on the web. Pretty irresponsible!
I believe you are 15 years old or younger, and have no idea that a person like Leonardo DiCaprio didn't ask for all this media shit! Do you think he likes that he can't walk around because of stupid girls that scream for him and try to take of his clothes
I understand your point cause maybe you have problems finding friends (obviously) and needed some WEB attention! You GOT IT! You are probably happy right now! Maybe you just want to be different...
Just remember... never spend too much time on sth you hate. This is very unhealthy! There are pretty useful stuff you can do, so do sth good! Go find boyfriends! It will keep you busy and entertained!
OK... now you can delete this message! *L*
Leolover#345254654 - 05/13/98 22:44:14
My URL:http://www.dontgotone.com
My Email:www.have no clue.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: TITANIC
Favourite Actor: Duh i don know......it's pretty obvious!
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Insane Clown Posse
Comments:
#1 why do you guys hate Leo? What has he ever done to you??? I love LEo because he's talented ,he's funny,he's charming,and he's unbelievally gorgeous!!!!
Maria - 05/13/98 20:43:06
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/nj/mariadicaprio/index.html
My Email:albundyandpeg@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Forrest Gump
Favourite Actor: Leonardo, Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: Married...With Children
Favourite Band/Singer: NO DOUBT
Comments:
Leo is the bomb and I don't care what anybody
says about him.
Tricia - 05/13/98 18:20:52
My Email:www.tricia_staggers@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic*
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains ( with Leo)
Favourite Band/Singer: Marcy Playground
Comments:
Listen up! I think Leo is a wonderful actor. I am not overly obsessed with him (as you apparently are) He is a great guy. You will never be as successful as him in your life. You are only jealous of him. You need to get over the fact that he is so
uch better than you are. You are obviously obsessed with him or else you wouldn't put up this childish web page!! How old are you anyways?? 12???? You need to get a life!!!!
Tricia - 05/13/98 18:17:24
My Email:www.tricia_staggers@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic*
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains ( with Leo)
Favourite Band/Singer: Marcy PlaygroundThis page is a
Comments:
Anna - 05/13/98 11:02:47
My Email:Kythiara27@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: ?????
Another Favourite Movie: ?????
Favourite Actor: Keanu Reevers
Favourite Band/Singer: Venditti
Comments:
Your page is very good!!!!!!!!!
But I have a question: why you ask my fav. Leo's film?!?!?!?!?!?!
SHE DEVIL - 05/13/98 03:45:59
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~She_Devil14/SheDevil14.html
My Email:she_devil16@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none
Another Favourite Movie: INTERVIEW W/ THE VAMP
Favourite Actor: BRAD PITT
Favourite TV Show: SOUTHPARK
Favourite Band/Singer: SAVAGE GARDEN, SMASHING PUMPKINS, NIRVANA
Comments:
GREAT PAGE!!! KILL LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BY THE WAY CAN I BURROW ONE OF YOUR PICS TO PUT ON MY 'THINGS THAT SUCK' PAGE??????
PLEASE VISIT MY PAGE AND SIGN THE GUESTBOOK...
I THINK THAT THAT LIL'S PIECE OF CRAP,LEO, SHOULD BE BASHED AND MADE FUN OF
Kool Kat - 05/12/98 19:25:39
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: A Few Good Men
Favourite Actor: Tom Cruise
Favourite TV Show: Seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: Third Eye Blind
Comments:
I agree with you, but I don't hate Leo. Why all the hype over him? i see cute guys every day of my life, and they actually care whether or not I find them cute. Plus, he has a scrawny body, no abs and he smokes, and he was a jerk about the academy award
He was an excellent actor in "The Basketball Diaries", and "Romeo and Juliet", but his acting in "Titanic" wasn't that great, although I did like the movie.
Thanks for keeping the profanity out of your web page, and Canadians rule!!!!!
melissa - 05/12/98 16:16:43
Favourite Leo Movie: all of them!!!
Another Favourite Movie: anything with Leo
Favourite Actor: LEO,LEO,LEO,LEO,LEO
Favourite TV Show: growing pains when Leo was on it.
Favourite Band/Singer: if Leo was a singer I'd love him
Comments:
Ithink these idiots who are writing hate pages need to get a life and to leave Leo alone,he deserves all the attention he can get and more.You guys I mean girls need to change your attitudes cause Leo is the best thing that ever happened to entertainment!
!!!!!!!
Emma - 05/12/98 16:14:26
My Email:Yeah,right...
Favourite Leo Movie: BasketBall Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo, ummm, LEO!
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains(when LEO was on it)
Favourite Band/Singer: OLP RULES!!
Comments:
You guys suck. Leo is a brilliant actor. He is far more intelligent then you would ever be able to achieve.I despise people like you three twits. And I'm not even an obsessed fan of LEO. I just like his acting. I know not everyone likes Leo,but, it's just
as annoying when idiots like you put up webpages like this. All I have to say is GET A LIFE LOSERS!!
Michele - 05/12/98 12:30:21
My Email:real_poohbear@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Another Favourite Movie: Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: -----------------------
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine dion
Comments:
You guys SUCK you mother fucker.
go get a fuckin' life piss ants.
Marie - 05/12/98 11:41:41
My Email:rose_of_rain@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: noone
Another Favourite Movie: Empire records
Favourite Actor: brad pitt
Favourite TV Show: Ally mcbeal
Favourite Band/Singer: Damon albarn
Comments:
Hi thanx for a good leo page!
JESSICA - 05/11/98 14:42:19
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Comments:
YOU GIRLS MUST BE DOG UGLY AND STUPID AS DIRT
R.P. - 05/11/98 14:18:41
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Julia
Favourite Actor: Leo
Comments:
- 05/11/98 14:11:26
Comments:
cherry - 05/11/98 00:58:45
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: leonardo and JTT
Favourite TV Show: friends, simpsons, seinfeld
Favourite Band/Singer: bush, no doubt, sugar ray
Comments:
you losers get a fucking life
why do you need to know you bitch!!!!!!! - 05/11/98 00:55:39
My URL:http://www.i_love_leo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio (nah...ya think????)
Favourite TV Show: i dunno
Favourite Band/Singer: i dunno
Comments:
this page is dumb and it's like the uglest thing i ever saw oops my bad you bitchs are ugle and dumb and all yalls know that leonardo dicaprio is like hella better that yalls will ever be so you suck and leo rules get the picture? bitches?
Courtney - 05/10/98 20:31:29
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/SouthBeach/Shores/3129/index.html
Favourite Leo Movie: ummm...he can't act, all his movies suck
Favourite Actor: dunno...maybe Nick Cage
Favourite TV Show: don't really have one
Favourite Band/Singer: Everclear/Radiohead
Comments:
You know, it's really funny. All these idiots who have signed this thing and like Leo, most have really bad taste, not just DiCraprio-wise, but music and Tv-wise too. And they all seem to assume you "creators" are guys. These idiots need to realize that n
t all chicks have bad taste like they do. Leo will never want them, unless they are drag queens or something. I watched a movie with him in it, Romeo and Juliet. The movie was fairly amusing, but would have been better if DiCraprio knew how to act. If I w
re Juliet, I would say screw the story, kill Romeo and go for Paris.
twiggy - 05/10/98 16:07:37
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic of course!
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: hm...I think it's Leonardo..Di.
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Radiohead
Comments:
well..of course u know that I think this page sucks! and to all Leo fans go and sign this guestbook..and COMPLAIN!
Diana - 05/10/98 15:21:37
My Email:Don't have one
Favourite Leo Movie: I've only seen one
Another Favourite Movie: Starship Troopers
Favourite Actor: Don't have one
Favourite TV Show: X-Files and Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Third Eye Blind
Comments:
This is a cool website. What I don't understand is why people come here when they like Leonardo DiCaprio and why they don't read information about you before they decide to criticize you. To all the obsessed Leo fans: Lighten up. Compared to other anti-si
es, this one isn't as bad as you think. Don't get so obsessed with Leo. I willing to bet that once another person comes along, Leo will go out of fashion.
Emelie - 05/10/98 14:34:58
Favourite Leo Movie: i not love the moovie the leo
Another Favourite Movie: I know what you did the last summer
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillippe
Favourite TV Show: The Simpson
Favourite Band/Singer: The Garbage
Comments:
leo its stupide
Emelie - 05/10/98 14:32:40
Favourite Leo Movie: i not love the moovie
Another Favourite Movie: I know what you did t
Favourite Actor: Rian Phillippe
Favourite TV Show: The Simpson
Favourite Band/Singer: The Garbage
Comments:
leo its stupide
Anne Krakower - 05/10/98 14:26:56
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Wheel of Fortune
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
He is so cute, I can't keep my eyes off him.
ttx - 05/10/98 08:36:44
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo&juilet
Favourite Actor: leo Di Caprio
Favourite TV Show: friends
Favourite Band/Singer: bsb
Comments:
who ever made this page is a looser i love leo
Roxy - 05/10/98 07:58:55
Favourite Leo Movie: All! (I have seen all of them!)
Another Favourite Movie: Selena
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Selena, Squirll Nut Zippers, Green Day
Comments:
Hi! I just want to say that I don't understand why
you guys are ao mean! He is a great actor, and from articles and books, he seems like a great guy. He is very good looking (what a babe!) but also very talented. Yes, he is famous, and tonz of girls really like him, but Ii don't see why you have to hate h
m! I can't really sat anything about you, I don't even know you, so I won't say one negative thing about you. You could be the awesomest girl in the world! & so could Leonardo DiCapiro. I understand why you are sick of him, I'm sick of alot of people, lik
Hanson, Devon Sawa, Backstreet Boys, and Jonathen Taylor Thomas, but I wouldn't go write hate pages about them, I don't know them at all! I bet if you saw Leo in a store or something, you would freak just to touch him!
love, Roxy
Ann - 05/10/98 04:01:40
My Email:Ann7515@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo
Comments:
I'm a Leo fan and I am a Canadian. I can understand that some people are bothered by the fact that Leo has become so popular: we can see his face everywhere.It is just the press who is taking advantage of his popularity so gals:IT IS NOT HIS FAULT!
Don't forget Leo is only doing a thing that he likes: acting. Whether he becomes popular or not is up to the public. People like him(not everyone) and then he becomes popular. What is his fault?
he hasn't done anything wrong!!! For example, if you dream of becoming a doctor. You work hard and you get your diploma. You go to work and you do the best you can. Some would say you are a good doctor, some not. It is just like Leo, some like him some do
't. I know many girls like him and he seems to be the center of attention right now but how long would it last? He himself doesn't know about it. As for the OSCARS,the fact that Leo wasn't nominated makes me mad. I think he did a great job in the movie an
I know about the hard conditions of rolling in Mexico. he didn't take much money and he worked hard. And some people are blaming him because he didn't go to the Academy Awards. He has the right to choose whether he wants to go or not. We don't have the r
ght to judge on it. Moreover he has always talked correctly to the press about that: "I think it is not an issue to be discuss about in a sense that I was more honored to be part of a film like that." This show that Leo is a gentleman. And noone could tel
the reason why he didn't go. I know Leo have problems with appearing and talk to a large public( and this was before Titanic)so it might be because of that.
Lastly, I think doing a page like this one is really immature. Don't forget, Leo is a person just like us, he hasn't done anything wrong to you so leave him alone. Just imagine one day someone come to you and says: You are ugly, you sucks or Fuck you.
hat would be your reation? I think you would have slapped the person. So stop doing that thing. LEONARDO DICAPRIO is a good-looking guy but especially a WONDERFUL ACTOR!!!
I am not here to say such things like Fuck off or else because first of all I have the sense of humor and secondly you are not going too far.
yo mamas bitch - 05/10/98 03:51:50
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio!(No shit bitch)
Comments:
what the hell are you calling the peeps that suck is the ones that say yup?? bitch shut the fuck up
YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP I LOVE LEO!!!!! TO HELL WITH YOU DAMN TRICKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yup!
e.z - 05/10/98 03:17:49
My Email:australia
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: leo(duh)
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet
Comments:
IF you love leo watch critters 3.he is about 15 and boy is he cute
i have to add that anyone that hates leo suck
fuck off he rules!ffffuck offfffffffff
fromaustralia
e.z - 05/10/98 03:14:48
My Email:australia
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: leo(duh)
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet
Comments:
IF you love leo watch critters 3.he is about 15 and boy is he cute
erso - 05/10/98 03:13:58
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: leo(duh)
Favourite Band/Singer: backstreet
Comments:
IF you love leo watch critters 3.he is about 15 and boy is he cute
Sunnie & Megan - 05/10/98 01:25:34
My URL:http://www.leo.com
My Email:SunDal@Bellsouth.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo(Leo)&Juilet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: All That
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Who do you are talking about cute,inisint Leo that way T.P. eater. He's not as gay as you guys
Leo Lover #1 - 05/10/98 01:16:10
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo diCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet
Comments:
You know what... all yalls are hoes. Yall need to check yoself... n-e 1 who says leonardo is ugly really don know the first thing about anything. i hate this fucken page and it makes sense that you canadian bitches would make up all this bullshit. Yal
juss some blind ass mutherfuckers who be hatin... fuck all yall!!!!
Laura - 05/10/98 00:14:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape?
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Third Eye Blind
Comments:
If you guys hate Leo so much, why the hell would you even consider creating a webpage that had even remotely anything to do with him? Sub-conscious obsession, perhaps? If I were you, and I hated someone like, say, Usher, I would just completely ignore him
and move on to someone that I DO like. And by the way, je suis Canadienne aussi, et j'adore Leo!
Leo-lover - 05/09/98 23:37:26
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man In The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio(who else?)
Favourite TV Show: X Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leo is the king of the universe!!!!!!!! He's the cutest guy in the universe!!!!!!! Anyone who doesn't like him are LOSERS! CONGRATULATIONS for people who made this page, you just won the biggest LOSER in the universe!!!!!!!!!!!1
Autumn - 05/09/98 21:16:31
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/mo/LeoXIV
My Email:guinevere1@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: The Man In The Iron Mask
Another Favourite Movie: My Best Friends Wedding
Favourite Actor: Leo(watcha think)
Favourite TV Show: Zorro(pretty stupid, huh?)
Favourite Band/Singer: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Squirrel Nut Zippers
Comments:
Okay! Even though I like Leo. This is a cool page. I like to go to Anti-Leo sites. I do have a question, though. Why do you ask what our fav Leo movie when this is a Anti-Leo site?
Stephanie - 05/09/98 20:58:18
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: long kiss good night
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: dARIA
Favourite Band/Singer: PUFF
Comments:
ALL YOU GUYS OUT THERE WHO DISS LEO LIKE THAT ARE JEALOUSE BECAUSE LEO MAKES MORE MONEY THAN YOU EVER WILL AND HE ATTRACTS MORE WOMEN THAN ANY OF YOU BOYS WILL ATTRACT IN YOUR LIFE!
SO SHUT UP YOU LOSERS!
C4-PO - 05/09/98 17:26:24
My URL:http://www.eldhorn.is/~oli
Favourite Leo Movie: none tHeY aLl SuXx!!
Another Favourite Movie: Terminator 2! (i just hope they do terminator 3 and have leo d in it! u know bomm bomm bomm leo dead...!)
Favourite Actor: Pamela Anderson
Favourite TV Show: Baywatch
Favourite Band/Singer: PRODIGY!!!
Comments:
any1 who signs this guestbook and thinx leo cool!
is an a*s*o*l!! hehehehe!!
LOVERGIRL - 05/09/98 16:25:11
My Email:maria.moin@swinet.se
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo di Caprio
Comments:
this page suks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sony - 05/09/98 06:31:55
My Email:don't have one
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic,Romeo+Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: The Lion King
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Who's the Boss?,Diff'rent Strokes,Bewitched,X Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys,Celine Dion,Toni Braxton,Spice Girls
Comments:
Your website stinks!You are plain jealous of
Leo!H
Jenni - 05/08/98 20:39:30
My URL:http://no
My Email:no
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains - he's in it
Favourite Band/Singer: Um - Probably 311
Comments:
I think that your website really stinks and should be removed from the internet immedietly. Leonardo is a God and anyone who doesn't think so is a total asshole. He is gods gift to women. To all you guys who seem to hate him so much: you need to wake up a
d realize how jealous you are. You only wish you had tons of girls following you around and practically worshipping you. You only wish you were named the most beautiful person of the year by People magazine. You all need to wake up and smeell the coffee a
d lavish in full DiCaprio - ness.
Jenni :)
- 05/08/98 20:11:08
Comments:
siri eia myhre - 05/08/98 19:43:19
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo and juliet
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: oprah winfry
Favourite Band/Singer: celin dion
Comments:
Lorna xxxx - 05/08/98 16:34:24
Favourite Leo Movie: whats eating gilberts grape
Another Favourite Movie: the english patient
Favourite Actor: leo (duh!)
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
LEO IS A SEX MACHINE!
I KNOW I'VE TRIED HIM! DONT BELIEVE ME? DONT CARE!
Baby - 05/08/98 16:30:33
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Remeo and Julliet wasn't bad
Comments:
I'm not totally obsessed with him or anything I don't even think he's the most gorgeous guy, but you don't see me going around insulting him. I hate the actor Sylverter Stallone but I didn't make a "I hate Sylverster" web page did I? Just because the othe
people like him doesn't mean you have to critize them for it. Just let them have their beleives and back off!!! Like I said I not totally obsessed but they do have their rights to think whatever they want.
angel - 05/08/98 16:29:32
My Email:angelrules@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo duh!
Favourite Band/Singer: OLP
Comments:
I think that Leo is a good person I don't understand why you guys are mad at him. It's not his fault that he's a good actor. I think you should give him a break after all he's just a humain. I think you should stop being so immature and realise that h
can be and is a very nice person. I speak in behalf of all the Leo fans when I say that he is the bewst actor ever. Maybe you guys are just immature and have nothing better to do. Would you like it if you were a good actor and we all said that you suc
? I sure to hell wouldn't. Well that's all I have to say so bye until next time.
KITTY_KAT - 05/08/98 06:10:27
My Email:KITTY_KAT@AOL.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: DON'T BE A MENACE TO SOUTH CENTRAL WHILE DRINKING YOUR JUICE IN THE HOOD
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: 90210, PARTY OF FIVE
Favourite Band/Singer: JODECI, BONE
Comments:
I THINK LEONARDO DICAPRIO IS AN INCREDIBLE ACTOR AND DESERVES MUCH RESPECT. PEOPLE, YOU WOULDN'T WANT SOMEONE SAYING THAT YOU ARE GAY, IF YOU ARE NOT. WHY ARE YOU SPREADING RUMORS? I KNOW YOU ALL DON'T KNOW HIM, SO STOP SAYING HE IS GAY, BECAUSE HE IS NOT
MOTZI - 05/07/98 23:58:21
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net?Hollywood?Theater/9022?index.html
My Email:DON'T HAVE ONE
Favourite Leo Movie: Man In The Iron Mask
Another Favourite Movie: Con Air & any James Bond movie
Favourite Actor: James Van Der Beek
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek, South Park, & Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
Hi.First of all I'd like to say that I believe that everyone is free to there have there own opinions whether that opinion is a near Satanic hate feeling towards Leonardo or if that person is insane enough to be maddly in love with the guy. Personally I'
sick of the guy but I don't wish him dead or anything. Also, I'm a Canadian and even if some of you racist Americans like BISEOR there is nothing wrong with being Canadian. I'm not saying all Americans are racist but the ones who are are FUCKING LOSERS
Oh, one more thing, if so many of the other people who signed this guest book love Leonardo as much as you say you do, why were you in a Leo sucks page anyway?
LEOLOVER - 05/07/98 23:44:08
My URL:http://nothing
My Email:www.getalife.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Craft
Favourite Actor: Hmmmm I wonder?
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
YOU PEOPLE SHOULD GET A LIFE!!!! AND DO YOU NOTICE THAT EVERYONE THAT HAS COME ON HERE SAYS THAT THEIR FAVORITE ACTOR IS LEO!!!! TAKE A HINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!$@#@&%^&+&*(*||*&*)$#^@!#%!$@#%^#$^*)%&_(^*+|&()|&*(_^+$^#%^@$@*#%(&_*$^)&(*
+()(_(_*(_(|*_|*(_)&(&#%$@#*!#@!^@#%^*^(_&*)&)&)&+)(^*%*$&#^@#$!$^)(*&+(*)&|*()&*(^*&$%^#$%!@#$!@%$%6```~~~~~%^%#@%!#$!@@##$%^%&()_+||||||||||||||_)(*&^%^$#@$%^&*())*(*_&&$#$@@!#
Now don' you wish knew? - 05/07/98 22:14:58
My Email:www.you'll never know.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Guess?
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
First of all, this is a free country and you don't have to have the same taste in movies and actors as everyone else, but Leonardo is just another person and his rights should be respected also. No one asks you to be in love with him but would you like i
if someone wrote this about you? I bet not! So instead of wasting your time polluting the internet, go take a spelling lesson!
Becka - 05/07/98 21:33:12
My Email:becka32@rocketmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo!!
Favourite TV Show: Friends, P-of-5
Favourite Band/Singer: Fastball, Natalie Imbruglia
Comments:
You should take this shitty web page off the web. It is a waste of space. Not only is he an outstanding actor, but he is very good looking. I think that you have no right going around making fun of an outstanding and wonderful actor. I think you should ju
t take another good look at Leo, and hopefully you'll be thinking differently. I think this web page sucks, and you should take it off the internet.
C. DiCaprio - 05/07/98 18:52:49
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Full Monty
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leo is not gay and you can't say he his because you havn't met him. You obviously have no life because you made a hate page, you don't have to like him but to make a page about someone you hate is just plain sad so to the trio who made this page get a lif
. And by the way Leo is gorgeous, talented etc.
LEO'S JULIET - 05/07/98 15:06:19
My Email:ILOVELEO@YAHOO.COM
Favourite Leo Movie: BASTKETBALL DIARIES
Another Favourite Movie: PRINCESS BRIDE
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: SEVENTH HEAVEN
Favourite Band/Singer: FIONA APPLE
Comments:
I REALIZE THAT EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN OPINIONS ABOUT LEONARDO DICAPRIO BUT YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THAT LEO IS GAY IF YOU HAVE NEVER MET HIM. SO GET A LIFE. THANK YOU
Jenn - 05/07/98 13:50:03
My Email:brian_jenn@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Di Caprio
Favourite TV Show: Home Improvement
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I don't think that anyone cares what you think about Leo. I admit that a lot of people like him, but don't dis' him because they do!! You should keep your opinions to youself. He IS hot, so please don't make other people hate you because you don't like s
meone! I HATE Nirvana and all of those shitty rock groups, but I don't go and make a stupid web page about how much I hate them!! Get A Life, you bunch of low-life ass wipes!!
sandy - 05/07/98 10:33:26
My Email:don't have...
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: con air
Favourite Actor: ethan hawke
Favourite TV Show: er
Favourite Band/Singer: ??????
Comments:
LEO SUCKS!!!!!!!!!
LEOLOVER/UNKNOWN - 05/06/98 23:41:42
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC,
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO&JULIET,THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK,BASKETBALL, DIARES , ECT....
Favourite Actor: LEO DICAPRIO
Comments:
LEO IS AN AMAZING ACTER,
HE IS GORGEOUS,
HE HAS A BEAUTIFUL PERSONALITY,
HE IS SO TALENTED IN SO MANY DIFERENT WAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNKNOWN - 05/06/98 23:32:39
My Email:UNKNOWN
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO&JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO DICAPRIO
Comments:
NO AFFENCE, BUT F.U.C.K U!!!!
LEO IS THE BEST, MOST AMAZING MAN THAT GOD BUT ON THIS EARTH!!!!! SO BACK OFF U JELOUS LITTLE B.I.T.C.H.E.S!!
I'M SORRY, BUY BUDDY, IF YOU HATE LEO SO MUCH THEN WHY DID YOU SEND YOUR TIME MAKEING A HOLE WEB PAGE ABOUT HIM!!!! (I GUESS U HAVE A LITTLE TO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS!!)
SO GET A MOTHER F.U.C.K.ING LIFE!!!!!!!!
Amy & Kerri - 05/06/98 21:28:15
Favourite Leo Movie: Kerri- Titanic, and Amy too.
Another Favourite Movie: Kerri- Man in Iron Mask, Amy- This Boys Life
Favourite Actor: Leo-Both! If we are Leo Lovers, who else?(DUH)
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains!(I wonder why!)
Favourite Band/Singer: Group-Spice Grils, Singer-Celine Dion
Comments:
We want to say one thing to, whatever your [wierd, may I say] names are. We Love Leo to death! I am sorry if there are any spelling mistakes in this message! We think that you ppl[thats how you spelled people on all your messages!] are so STUPID. Why do w
go to sights that say bad things about our Romeo? BECAUSE WE FEEL LIKE IT!! No, that is [apparntly]not the answer. It is because, we want to find out how long you[and some other people too]have had this problem. Again that is not the answer(BUT, is true)
it is because: [now this is the real answer] [[Oh, yah. We are laughing our stomachs out right now!]]. Anyway! Oh, yah. Did I forget to minchin that there will probably be some spelling mistakes in this message? Oh, yah, Kerri, you're right, I did. Anyway
We go to our Romeos' hate sights, beacuse[now this is the real answer folks!] because. . . becuase . . . we enjoy, like you, reading other ppl's opinoun. But we still want to know : How long have you had this problem. Okay. There is one more REAL answer
o this question! We LIKE TO TRASH OTHER PPL'S WEB PAGE'S! NOW! Can you do a very quick[only if you're smart] favor?:LEARN HOW TO STINKIN' SPELL! Thank you! NOT!! Amy and Kerri! Oh, yah! Hugs and kisses to Leo, and birdy to you!
Leonardo DiCaprio - 05/06/98 20:18:21
Favourite Leo Movie: all of mine :)
Another Favourite Movie: Tommrow never dies
Favourite Actor: myself
Favourite TV Show: southpark, talk soup, and MTv
Favourite Band/Singer: Don't have one
Comments:
TO ALL MY LOYAL FANS, I LOVE YOU AND I'M NOT BI BECAUSE I WANTED NOT ALLOT OF CAMERAS ON ME. AND PLEASE CALM DOWN, YOU'LL SOON MEET ME AND MAYBE GO OUT WITH ME IF YOU WRITE TO ME IN SNAIL MAIL. INCLUDE YOUR ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER, THIER IS GONNA BE A CO
TEST ON WHO WILL GO OUT WITH ME FOR ONE DAY.
Leonardo DiCaprio - 05/06/98 20:18:01
Favourite Leo Movie: all of mine :)
Another Favourite Movie: Tommrow never dies
Favourite Actor: myself
Favourite TV Show: southpark, talk soup, and MTv
Favourite Band/Singer: Don't have one
Comments:
TO ALL MY LOYAL FANS, I LOVE YOU AND I'M NOT BI BECAUSE I WANTED NOT ALLOT OF CAMERAS ON ME. AND PLEASE CALM DOWN, YOU'LL SOON MEET ME AND MAYBE SUCK MY DICK.
sic of IT all!!!!!!!!!!!!! - 05/06/98 18:42:01
My Email:good luck finding me....
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Freeway
Favourite Actor: Biseor
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Wu-Tang Clan
Comments:
BISEOR THAT IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING LOGO IN THE WORLD!!!!!!! Is that your self portrait? It's so stupid!!!! and ugly, like yourself. HOW DARE YOU INSULT THESE WOMEN! They rule, and they are Leo-Haters!!!! Go to Heaven, bastard!!!!!!
jordan harty - 05/06/98 17:18:16
My Email:leo sucks
Favourite Leo Movie: I dont have one
Another Favourite Movie: dont have one
Favourite Actor: Will Smith
Favourite TV Show: south park
Favourite Band/Singer: Mega Deth
Comments:
This is a kick ass site.
Kathleen - 05/06/98 15:21:56
My Email:love_leonardo_dicaprio@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: i love all of them
Favourite Actor: DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: friends&beavis&butthead
Favourite Band/Singer: Nick carter the hottiest angel on earth he's hoteer that LEO
Comments:
i think your just jelouse of LEONARDO i know i'm not allowed to sign this guest book it's just that i think you he's soooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT!! i don't care what you say about'm he takes my breath away and i'll leave it at that!!
brooke litwinko - 05/06/98 13:42:42
Favourite Leo Movie: romeo&juliet
Another Favourite Movie: empire records
Favourite Actor: matt damon
Favourite TV Show: ally mcbeal
Favourite Band/Singer: lsg
Comments:
I'm american and sure I think that leo is pretty good-looking. But i'm still a good, kind-hearted person so you should not be so rude who stupid bitches
Drew - 05/06/98 11:25:25
My Email:storm.trooper.com
Favourite Leo Movie: NONE
Another Favourite Movie: The Crow
Favourite Actor: Benito Mussolini
Favourite TV Show: NONE
Favourite Band/Singer: Marilyn Manson
Comments:
Countless girls, EXCLUDING ME, are deliriously scoffing Leo's faeces and sucking his syphilis-ridden penis. WHAT!!! And Leo-lovers are accusing the Canadian trio here of having nothing better to do? HAH! Look who's talking! Leo sucks like hell and th
t's a FACT!!!
BUFFY - 05/06/98 03:14:13
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: FEAR
Favourite Actor: BRAD PITT
Favourite TV Show: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Favourite Band/Singer: THE BACKSTREET BOYS
Comments:
LEO IS A OKAY GUY BUT NOT THE CUTTEST GUY IN THE WORLD SO PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HIM SHOULD NOT SAY THIS KINDA STUFF
leorocks!!!!!!!!!! - 05/06/98 00:02:05
My Email:leoluver15@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreetboys
Comments:
I would just like to say that Leonardo DiCaprio is the best looking, sweetest, coolest actor around and so what if he didn't go to the stupid Oscars. Wouldn't you be pissed off if you were the main actor in the best film ever made and you didn't get nomi
ated??????? I know I would. And whenever he does something that people don't like, everyone thinks that he's a bad person. He's not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you know that sometimes when he sees homeless people on the streets he buys them food or clothes or
ust gives them money??????? Now how can people call him conceeded when he is so generous like that????? It just doesn't make any sense. So in conclusion, Leonardo DiCaprio is not a bad person or ugly or conceeded or anything like that. And I hope you
ill eventually agree with me.
Thank You.
BISEOR - 05/05/98 23:37:27
My URL:http://www.partyline.net/sillyinfo/biseor/women.html
My Email:biseor234@hotmail
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic...he froze to death
Another Favourite Movie: DEEPTHROAT
Favourite Actor: goddess
Favourite Band/Singer: MARILYN MANSON
Comments:
FEEL MY WRATH, MY LITTLE CANANDIAN BITCHES.
LIANA - 05/05/98 20:55:08
My Email:chip_47@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: All of them
Another Favourite Movie: Scream
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: South park
Favourite Band/Singer: everclear, puff daddy, celine dieon
Comments:
Leo is the babe, please if you're on my side e-mail me, if not get a life!
Natasha - 05/05/98 13:14:20
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/nc/antibsb100
My Email:nst_amand@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: R&J
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Jerry Springer
Favourite Band/Singer: Aqua
Comments:
Your sooooo foolish! You are entitled to your own opinions, but how the FUCK can you say that BSB are better than Leo??? They can't ACT, SING, or even write their own music!!!! At least Leo has talent!!!! I wouldn't be soooo FUCKEN pissed off at you guys
f you didn't promote the GAY FUCKERS BSB in your PAGE!!!!!
JULIET - 05/05/98 06:59:21
My Email:DONT THINK SO CUNT!
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO & JULIET
Favourite Actor: CUTE LEO!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: MELROSE PLACE
Favourite Band/Singer: TITANIC SOUNDTRACK
Comments:
DID MY HEART LOVE UNTILL NOW, FOR SWEAR IN
SIGHT FOR I HAVE NEVER SEEN TRUE BEAUTY UNTILL THIS NIGHT (Romeo)(Leo).
ROSE PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL SERVIVE.
YOUR GANA GO ON HAVE LOTS OF BABIES AND WATCH
THEM GROW YOUR GOING TO DIE AN OLD LADY IN YOUR WARM BED ,YOUR NOT GANA DIE NOW,NOT THIS NIGHT.
PROMISE YOU'LL NEVER LET GO.(Jack Dawson)(Leo)
how do you like that cunts!!!!!!!!!!!
JULIET - 05/05/98 06:57:27
My Email:DONT THINK SO CUNT!
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO & JULIET
Favourite Actor: CUTE LEO!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: MELROSE PLACE
Favourite Band/Singer: TITANIC SOUNDTRACK
Comments:
DID MY HEART LOVE UNTILL NOW, FOR SWEAR IN
SIGHT FOR I HAVE NEVER SEEN TRUE BEAUTY UNTILL THIS NIGHT (Romeo)(Leo).
ROSE PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL SERVIVE.
YOUR GANA GO ON HAVE LOTS OF BABIES AND WATCH
THEM GROW YOUR GOING TO DIE AN OLD LADY IN YOUR WARM BED ,YOUR NOT GANA DIE NOW,NOT THIS NIGHT.
PROMISE YOU'LL NEVER LET GO.(Jack Dawson)(Leo)
how do you like that cunts!!!!!!!!!!!
LADY ROSE - 05/05/98 06:24:43
My Email:not getting it!!!!!
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO & JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: JERRY SPRINGNER
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
FIRST I WOULD LIKE TO SAY TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO
VIEW THIS GUEST BOOK I APOLOGIZE IM ALSO CANADIAN
AND NOT ALL CANADIANS ARE RUDE LIKE THESE 3 CUNTS.
SO PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE CANADIANS BY THESE TRIO'S
SLUTS.
NOW TO THE CUNTS ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS YOU ARE TITLED TO YOUR OPINION BUT YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT TO PUT DOWN SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY LIKE A CERTAIN
ACTOR OR ACTRESS.AND I NOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU ONLY PROBEBLY STARED THIS WEB PAGE JUST TO LAUGH AT PEOPLE ON WHAT THEY SAY IN YOUR GEST BOOK AND
JUST TO MAKE PEOPLE TALK.DONT YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR LITLE STUPID
TRIO SLUTS CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
:-) :-0 PS.DONT FORGET TO CLOSE YOUR LEGS IT
SMELLS LIKE A SEA FOOD PLATER SLUTS!
Pailin Winotai - 05/05/98 06:15:00
My URL:http://www.geosities.com
My Email:none
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: LeonardoDicaprio
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
I LOVE LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Jen - 05/05/98 03:27:03
My Email:IrishEyesJ@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Favourite Actor: Paul Rudd
Favourite TV Show: Ally McBeal
Favourite Band/Singer: Counting crows
Comments:
First of all, I want to say that everyone is entitled to their opinion. If you late Leonardo DiCaprio, then that is your right. But I think that creating an entire home page to him is a little ridiculous. You are opening yourselves up to law suits and pro
lems with slander. I also think that having 85,000 web sites dedicated to one actor, and yes, for fans of that actor, is silly. Leonardo DiCaprio is a gifted actor. He is incredibly talented and can play a various number of different roles. However, wheth
r he is attracted to guys or girls is none of anyone's business but his. I understand that as a famous actor, he will inevitably be subject to both applaud and criticisms. But the rumors that are running around about him have gone beyond an acceptable lev
l. Everyone, both the leo-haters and lovers, should get on with their lives.
LeoLuver - 05/05/98 02:29:58
My Email:Lady_Lia@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
I'd first like to say that i really like that you both respect the fact that some people really do luv Leonardo DiCaprio and that you DO actually care about our thoughts. I've been to a lot of anti-Leo links before in the past, not to cuss at the creaters
but to figure out why the hell they hate him. I know it seems like everyone's totally going "ga ga" over him but that's absoulutly NOT true. More people HATE Leo than the ones that actually like him, all that shit that they make up i've heard everything,
Leo's sooo BI!!" and "Did you know that they found sperm in his stomach?" is all completely BULL SHIT. If anything like that was ever said that was true i would have been the first to know. I know i sound really pathetic and I know that already.
I'd just wanna say that even thought you don't like Leonardo DiCaprio you have a lot of respect for the ones that DO. (which is a lot better than that other website "Leosucks", that ass hole called everyone that liked Leo a "teeny-bopper bitch" it's
really insulting and there's NO reason why someone should say that just because they like an actor)
Thanx for reading, and appreciate your respect for others.
LeoLuver - 05/05/98 02:29:39
My Email:Lady_Lia@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
I'd first like to say that i really like that you both respect the fact that some people really do luv Leonardo DiCaprio and that you DO actually care about our thoughts. I've been to a lot of anti-Leo links before in the past, not to cuss at the creaters
but to figure out why the hell they hate him. I know it seems like everyone's totally going "ga ga" over him but that's absoulutly NOT true. More people HATE Leo than the ones that actually like him, all that shit that they make up i've heard everything,
Leo's sooo BI!!" and "Did you know that they found sperm in his stomach?" is all completely BULL SHIT. If anything like that was ever said that was true i would have been the first to know. I know i sound really pathetic and I know that already.
I'd just wanna say that even thought you don't like Leonardo DiCaprio you have a lot of respect for the ones that DO. (which is a lot better than that other website "Leosucks", that ass hole called everyone that liked Leo a "teeny-bopper bitch" it's
really insulting and there's NO reason why someone should say that just because they like an actor)
Thanx for reading, and appreciate your respect for others.
LeoLuver - 05/05/98 02:28:58
My Email:Lady_Lia@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
I'd first like to say that i really like that you both respect the fact that some people really do luv Leonardo DiCaprio and that you DO actually care about our thoughts. I've been to a lot of anti-Leo links before in the past, not to cuss at the creaters
but to figure out why the hell they hate him. I know it seems like everyone's totally going "ga ga" over him but that's absoulutly NOT true. More people HATE Leo than the ones that actually like him, all that shit that they make up i've heard everything,
Leo's sooo BI!!" and "Did you know that they found sperm in his stomach?" is all completely BULL SHIT. If anything like that was ever said that was true i would have been the first to know. I know i sound really pathetic and I know that already.
I'd just wanna say that even thought you don't like Leonardo DiCaprio you have a lot of respect for the ones that DO. (which is a lot better than that other website "Leosucks", that ass hole called everyone that liked Leo a "teeny-bopper bitch" it's
really insulting and there's NO reason why someone should say that just because they like an actor)
Thanx for reading, and appreciate your respect for others.
LeoLuver - 05/05/98 02:25:00
My Email:Lady_Lia@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man In the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite Band/Singer: Savage Garden
Comments:
I'd first like to say that i really like that you both respect the fact that some people really do luv Leonardo DiCaprio and that you DO actually care about our thoughts. I've been to a lot of anti-Leo links before in the past, not to cuss at the creaters
but to figure out why the hell they hate him. I know it seems like everyone's totally going "ga ga" over him but that's absoulutly NOT true. More people HATE Leo than the ones that actually like him, all that shit that they make up i've heard everything,
Leo's sooo BI!!" and "Did you know that they found sperm in his stomach?" is all completely BULL SHIT. If anything like that was ever said that was true i would have been the first to know. I know i sound really pathetic and I know that already.
I'd just wanna say that even thought you don't like Leonardo DiCaprio you have a lot of respect for the ones that DO. (which is a lot better than that other website "Leosucks", that ass hole called everyone that liked Leo a "teeny-bopper bitch" it's
really insulting and there's NO reason why someone should say that just because they like an actor)
Thanx for reading, and appreciate your respect for others.
Liz - 05/05/98 01:00:04
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Who do you think
Favourite TV Show: Growing pains( when he was on it)
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
You guys are so wierd!
- 05/05/98 00:23:14
Comments:
Samia Rahman - 05/05/98 00:13:22
Favourite Leo Movie: All
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains with leo in it.
Favourite Band/Singer: Usher
Comments:
I think Leonardo is very handsome,and I don't know why everyone is saying his gay cause I know his not. I mean some boys might like him, but he doesn't have to like them back.
- 05/05/98 00:00:20
Comments:
Although I am neither a Leo-hater nor a Leo-lover, I must confess I was curious as to what types of things go on these hate pages. I can only shake my heads at Leo-lovers because they are only giving themselves bad names by (a) being horrid misspellers, (
) not knowing the true reason Leo didn't go to the Oscars (Black eye? Hello, didn't you hear his statement about not wanting to take away from James, Kate, and Gloria's moment? Which, BTW, is a crock of $h!t.), and (c) coming onto a page that they know wi
l offend them. If you really want to do something about it, complain to the web hosts. Cussing people out in a guestbook isn't going to do anything. Not that I condone an "I hate [put person's name here]" page. Just annoyed at both factions.
David - 05/04/98 23:43:18
My URL:http://expage.com/page/dh98/
My Email:writedavid@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: his movies suck
Another Favourite Movie: Space Jam
Favourite Actor: Jim Carrey
Favourite TV Show: Tiny Toon Adventures
Favourite Band/Singer: Dire Straits
Comments:
What's the matter with you people! He sucks! He sucks BAHHHHAHHHAHHAHHHHAHAAAD!
paulina compean - 05/04/98 20:58:02
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: as good as it gets
Favourite Actor: none
Favourite TV Show: none
Favourite Band/Singer: none
Comments:
hi , i´m not a leo-lover but i´m not a leo-heater so , why dont you have a gest book for no leo-lover-heater
Deanna - 05/04/98 20:38:53
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Ryan Phillipes
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Creed
Comments:
you guys can hate Leo all you want. the truth of the matter is you have no chance ever meeting him so you don't bother drooling over him. hey i like him and all but i don't obsess over him and all you obsessors need a life. Leo is cute but you guys are ju
t pathetic. get a real guy that doesn't obsess over his own looks like a girl.
why would you care - 05/04/98 20:00:45
Favourite Leo Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Another Favourite Movie: --
Favourite Actor: ---
Favourite TV Show: all my children
Favourite Band/Singer: -------
Comments:
I think that you are a bunch of guys that used to have girlfriends and got dumped because they liked Leo too much. I don't think that someone should be obsessed with him or anything, but if you think that a particular person is a good actor or is cute th
n let that person have their own opinion. By the way take a spelling class because you really need it. (not saying that I am a perfect speller.)
ssss - 05/04/98 10:08:10
Favourite Leo Movie: non..i love sex
Another Favourite Movie: sex fuck
Favourite Actor: fucker
Favourite TV Show: fucking
Favourite Band/Singer: fuck u
Comments:
We have to fuck in Leo tits in our pussy. It will be hot We have to feel how goood is he as a fucker. You know what he has fuck in Kate Moss. And You have to put his naked pic. of him and a picture when he fucking. You have to get it in. LETS GO FUCKING L
O>>>>>
Mikkel og Nis - 05/04/98 08:41:11
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: the man in the sinking ship
Favourite Actor: morten koch
Favourite TV Show: opra
Favourite Band/Singer: u2
Comments:
We are from Denmark and we realy hate leo AND HE IS GOING TO DIE THE 23 DECEMBER 1999 and Nis kaasby are gonnar be the killer YEAHHHHHHHH.
He can Already feel the knife.
Meghan - 05/04/98 02:07:57
My Email:meghan@rma.edu
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: hmmmm....I wonder
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Wu Tang
Comments:
Well...I only have a few short copmments here:
Fuck you! Fuck your stupid trio! Favorite
doesn't have a "u" in it....oh yeah, GET A
FUCKING LIFE YOU DUMB-ASS LESBOS!!!
You're the gay ones, not Leo.
Terina Armenta - 05/04/98 01:05:01
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Di Caprio
Favourite TV Show: I Love Lucy
Comments:
Leonardo Di Caprio is a very talented young actor.He played a mentally challenged boy,a drug addict,a romantic,a king and his twin and last but not least a cute and carefree artist.Leo also is very adorable.He has the most beautiful hair and eyes.He's per
ect.I think you should get rid of this site because it's stupid!Your making fun of someone who is talented,cute and rich.Maybe your jealous maybe not;after all he has everything.
Dick Dolan - 05/04/98 00:23:50
My Email:dickup@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Total Eclipse
Another Favourite Movie: Showgirls
Favourite Actor: Elijah Wood
Favourite TV Show: Beavis and Butthead
Favourite Band/Singer: The Moffats
Comments:
Hello, all you leo lovers. My name is Dick (Dickmeister for short) and I am a very gay 52 year old pedophile/child molester. I like boys very much. Little boys especially.
Anyway, the purpose of this message is to tell all of you to stop dreaming about Leo. Wanna know why? Because he' my gay lover. If you want a chance w/ Leo, you have to turn gay.
cloey - 05/03/98 23:53:08
Favourite Leo Movie: titantic
Another Favourite Movie: r & j
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: marcy playground
Comments:
okay, hello gaywods. F/Y/I leo did not say he was bi on ET. THANK YOU. I HAVE THE BOOKS TO PROVE IT. THANK YOU.
N*E*WAYZ I KNOW HE ISN'T BI CAUSE I KNOW HIM PERSONALLY AND HE IS THINKING ABOUT SUEING YA'LL FOR TALKING TRASH ABOUT HIM. [ AND HE CAN DO THAT] IF YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW HIM I'LL PROVE IT TO YA'LL WHEN WE MEET SO MY FRIENDS AND I CAN KICK YOUR DAMN CORN
LESBO ASSES [ BY THE WAY LEO AND TOBY MAGUIRE WILL BE THERE]. PLUS I CAN SPELL I'VE WON LIKE TEN NATIONAL SPELLING BEES BUT SOMETIMES I TYPE IT WRONG AND DON'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO MY TYPING SO FUCK YOU YOU STUPID ASS BITCH'S. BY THE WAY YOU STILL HAVEN
T TOLD ME WHEN TO MEET YA'LLS GAY TRIO. SO WE CAN KICK YA'LLS ASSES. OR ARE YOU SCARED CAUSE WE ALL KNOW AMERICANS CAN KICK CANADIANS ASSES ANY DAMN DAY AND WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU MY E- MAIL ADDRESS IF I HATE YOU'LL DUH, HELLO. JUST WRITE BACK ON YOUR CRAPP
WEB SITE WHERE I CAN SEE IT OR ARE YOU SCARED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S I ALSO HAVE FRIENDS PROBULARY MORE THAN YOU DO CAUSE I'M VERY POPULAR AT MY SCHOOL. AND I AM VERY VERY STRAIGHT AND NEXT TIME YOU WRITE BACK DON'T GO OFF THE SUBJET.
CLOEY
LEO'S BIGGEST FAN - 05/03/98 19:38:36
Favourite Leo Movie: aLL THE MOVIES HE WAS IN WERE DA BOMB
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DiCaprio
Comments:
I LOVE LEO. HE IS THE HOTTEST GUY IN THE UNIVERSE! ALL THE PEOPLE THAT DON'T LIKE HIM ARE INTITLED TO THERE OPINIONS. EVEN THOUGH IT'S REALLY DUMB. YOU ALL LOVE HIM YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO ADMIT IT! IF YOU DON'T LIKE LEO YOU SHOULDN'T BE SIGNING THIS G
ESTBOOK. I WISH I MEET LEO!!
CHELSEY OLSON - 05/03/98 19:11:59
My Email:gcoinvesments.@sk.sympatico .ca
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MARVIEN'S ROOM
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Favourite TV Show: THE SIMPSONS
Comments:
I LOVE LEONARDO DICARPIO VERY MUCH
FROM CHELSEY
name - 05/03/98 19:08:10
Comments:
We know lots of girls dont like leo thats no problem it makes it easier for him cause he doesnt have to worry about girls so much he probably pays more attention to his job
anyways theres nothing wrong with liking him cause I do.
Lady Satan - 05/03/98 19:03:05
My Email:ladysatan_666@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Any film in which he was passed over for a half-way DECENT actor!
Another Favourite Movie: A Clockwork Orange!!!
Favourite Actor: Ralph Fiennes
Favourite TV Show: The Simpsons
Favourite Band/Singer: Led Zeppelin (JIMMY PAGE!!!!!!)
Comments:
As I added my words of wisdom and insight to the Anti-Leo guest book, I realized it was probably pointless, as it is always so much more fun to flame in an inflammatory zone!
I should like to start by saying that this creature know as DiCrappio has enslaved the minds of MILlions of impressionable young girls and boy and must be destroyed! It is inherently WRONG that so shoddy and actor should garner a salary of $20 million fo
doing something he couldn't do effectively in ameteur theatre! That he should live the good life because of his girlish good looks while people starve in the streets is HORrible! Poor little Crappio didn't get his nomination for Titanic, so he stays ho
e to pout on his pile of money. Awww, dat's so SAD!!! At least those dickheads in the Academy have one tiny SMIDGEN of intelligent thought!
Watch him flouder should the almighty Crappio have a bad encounter with a vial of acid, or perhaps get up close and personal with a windshield. THEN where will he be? He certainly can't get anywhere with his acting skills alone! Are the movie-goers of
he world so desperately lonely that they would throw their heart and soul at a self-obsessed pretty boy with a bloated wallet and ego who couldn't give two craps about his loyal fans? And why SHOULD he, when he can buy all the super-models he wants? At
east with them, he can save money on food.
And one final nail in the coffin: Is the Great Leo el Crappio not gay? LOOK at him! How could someone like that POSsibly be straight? The day he comes out is the day hospitals will suddenly be over-flowing with suicidal teenage girls who's own insipid
vacuousness caused them to cave in on themselves the instant their slim, faint, near non-existant chance of netting the great Crappio vanished in a puff of gay air.
That's all I have to say 'bout THAT!!!
ROB - 05/03/98 17:22:21
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL
Another Favourite Movie: ALL
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: FULL HOUSE
Favourite Band/Singer: NONE
Comments:
i love leo!
Love,
Robert(so, I am a boy)
Amy - 05/03/98 17:16:19
My URL:http://no
My Email:no
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL!!!-LOVE THEM!
Another Favourite Movie: ALL LEO MOVIES!
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO!
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS!
Favourite Band/Singer: Leo wene he sang in Titanic
Comments:
I ABSOLUTLY ADORE LEONARDO DICAPRIO! HE RULES! WHAT DO ALL LEO HATERS HAVE AGIENST HIM? I LOVE HIM AND SO SHOULD YOU! WELL -IF YOU WAN'T TO. I WILL NOT LEAVE UNTILL THE WORLD KNOWS THAT AMY LOVES LEO!!! :)
gregg stookes - 05/03/98 15:41:53
Favourite Leo Movie: the man in the iron mask
Another Favourite Movie: show girls
Favourite Actor: nick cage
Favourite TV Show: south park
Favourite Band/Singer: wu tang
Comments:
i don't know what yor really like but i think your page rocks, you are so sexy(i think just by your attitude toward leo i know you have to be the absolute bomb,i can't wait for you to read my comment.
GREGG
- 05/03/98 14:36:40
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO+JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: ALLY MCBEAL
Comments:
OKAY! i CAME HEAR TO TELL YOU THAT EVEN THOUGH I LUV LEO I THINK YOUR PAGE RULES!!!!WE'RE ENTITLED TO OUR OWN OPINIONS!!
CANADA ROCKS - 05/03/98 05:11:08
My URL:http://www.canada.rox.
My Email:canadarocks@yup.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none cauz he sucks harshly
Another Favourite Movie: he doesn't have any good movies
Favourite Actor: definetly NOT leonardo di caprio
Favourite TV Show: growing pains before leo
Favourite Band/Singer: any canadian band
Comments:
YOU GUYS SUCKS! AND I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU PRO-AMERICAN PEOPLE. LEO SUCKS AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU JUST LIKE HIM CAUZ YOU'RE SO DESPERATE YOU LIKE A GUY THAT YOU'LL NEVER EVEN MEET. YOU GUYS HAVE A PROBLEM LIKE THAT JASMINE AND WHATEVER FAVOURITE IS SPELLED W/
A 'U'. AND YOU'RE STUPID METRIC SYSTEM. THE REST OF THE WORLD'S USING A TOTALLY DIFFERENT SYSTEM CEPT YOU GUYS. HEL-LO! REALITY CHECK. U.S. SUCKS AND ANY OTHER COUNTRY KICKS ASS. SO GET A FREAKIN' LIFE AND STOP FANTISIZING ABOUT THE UGLIEST GUY IN THE WOR
D.
CLOEY - 05/03/98 04:52:10
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANTIC
Another Favourite Movie: R & J
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: BUFFY
Favourite Band/Singer: MARCY PLAYGROUND
Comments:
UM,YOU'LL SUCK WELL WHATS NEW.
BITCH OFF. YOU STUPID ASS CANADIANS.
YOU STILL HAVEN'T WROTE BACK WHEN TO MEET. [ READ YOUR LEO HATER STUPID ASS PAGE] TOOTALO WHORE'S
Akasha - 05/03/98 04:27:00
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: The Last of the Mohicans
Favourite Actor: don't really have one
Favourite TV Show: Daria
Favourite Band/Singer: Loreena McKennitt
Comments:
Well, I can't really say that I love Leo, but i couldn't sign the other guestbook because i don't hate him. I believe that he is a very talented actor and if he did more movies like The Basketball Diaries he could excell. I guess I'm writing this mainly
for all of the Leo lovers that think hate and vulgarity are the only ways to profess their "love" for him. If you truely admire him as much as you say you do, why don't you defend him logically, not with curses and insults? everyone's entitled to their o
n opinions so just let these people share theirs. You don't have to read it if it offends you. And to the creators of this page, keep on doing what you're doing if that's how you really feel. at least you don't border on satanic like some of the sites.
br>
CLOEY - 05/03/98 04:12:08
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANTIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: BUFFY
Favourite Band/Singer: MARCY PLAYGROUND
Comments:
YOU'LL SUCK DICK .LEONARDO DICAPRIO RULES.. SO I THINK YOU AND YOUR LESBIAN -GAY SELVES SHOULD FUCK OFF
YOU DAMN BITCH'S BEFORE ME AND MY STRAIGHT FRIENDS KICK YOUR DAMN ASSES CAUSE WE ALL KNOW AMERICANS CAN KICK CANADIAN ASSES ANY DAY. SO FUCK OFF YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKING BITCH'S I HATE YOUR STUPID PAGE AND SO DOES THE OTHER 99.9% OF THE PEOPLE IN THE WOR
D. IN BEHALF OF LEO AND ALL HIS FANS : YOU'LL SUCK PUSSY [YOUR FRIENDS AND MOTHERS] LEO RULES.
SKATERS RULE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PREPS SUCK!!!!!!!!!!! [THAT MEANS YUO'LL]
Megan Bergling - 05/03/98 03:37:37
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
Leonardo is the most hottest guy that has played
in a movie. He is excpecially hot in Titanic!
His eyes are so beutiful. His hair is so hot also.
Jodie - 05/03/98 02:44:01
My Email:Sorry. CONFIDENTIAL
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo&Juliet
Favourite Actor: Dah! Leo thee Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Ummmm, Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: SAVAGE GARDEN
Comments:
Hey, to all those Leo haters, I respect your opinion. I'm not here to talk bull shit, just to say that I love Leonardo Dicaprio, I'm 22, and I'm not some little kid that likes Hanson or anything (no offense to those who do). I'd like to say that I don't t
ink that when Leo became an actor, he didn't exactly do it for publicity, I doubt he's gay, but most people who are jelous of his sucess say he is. He is gorgeous, talented, and I don't know what you could possibly find wrong with him. I love him and I'm
roud of it!
With love to all Leo fans and Lovers, admirers alike.
*Jodie*
wondering - 05/03/98 01:39:43
Comments:
this is to the person who called themselves "Leonardo Di Caprio" in a message.[5/2/98]
i don't think that u r the real leo. 1st. who do u think u r? u have to be pretty full of yourself to say that your fave actor/actress is yourself! And since when is your fave show and singer Barney? i'm sorry but i think that barney sucks and that someon
placed your name on the screen just so that other girls can start drooling over a stupid message.
Rachel - 05/03/98 01:39:27
My Email:RBell@infotech-usa.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: a lot of different people
Comments:
I like Leo, but I respect your alls opinions
Gina Powell - 05/03/98 01:15:12
My Email:ginabeany@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: The Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Robin Williams
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Aerosmith
Comments:
I think that Leo is Awesome. I love him, he is my boyfriend! well, now that you think I am psycho, I will leave. P.S The Boyfriend thing is just a joke!
Shannon - 05/03/98 00:38:30
My Email:SMKessler@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Sense and Sensibilty/Basketball Diaries/Dead Poets Society
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Radiohead/Fiona Apple/Peter Gabriel
Comments:
Just so you know, warnings at the top of your page won't do anything. Just as you feel you must state your opinion, so do I, especially to those who hold such a dislike for someone they have never met. You have every right to your opinion. You can cert
inly think his acting sucks (which I cannot even fathom) or that he is ugly. These are your rightful opinions because everyone has their likes and dislikes. But what makes this offensive is that you call him conceited or arrogant or whatever because he
idn't go to the Academy Awards? Okay so how exactly does that minute fact give anyone the right to judge him? How do you know what motivated him to not go? Perhaps you don't know this, but Leonardo is known not to like the attention his fame has brough
, he is shy so he doesn't like going on talk shows...okay so does that sound conceited to you? I personally think he is an amazing actor and a sweet sensible man. This is not a judgement and I do not pretend to know him or something but if anyone read a
recent article in People magazine that had interviews of people close to him talking about how he feels about the publicity, you would clearly understand what I mean. And I don't blame him. He is an extraordinary man with extraordinary talent who devote
his life to using the gift God gave him, but at the same time wants his privacy. And I can't blame him. We as the human race, and no it is not just Americans, have this tendency to idolize a person to death, Princess Diana would be an example, but that
is not the star's fault that their fans intrude into their personal lives. And you said.."We didn't mind him before, but now it's getting a bit annoying." But is the fact that he is now so popular his fault? Really, do you believe he had control over h
s popularity? So how can you now think he sucks because of something he has absolutely no control over? What do you expect to give up acting? The solitary thing in the world he loves besides his family? That is not right. So yes you can think he is u
ly and that his acting sucks, but NO one has any right to judge anyone else. It really is something fundimental that hardly anyone has figured out. But you seem intelligent enough so I hope you guys eventually see that.
- 05/03/98 00:08:39
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic and Romeo and Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Dirty Dancing
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Usher
Comments:
I love Leo,but I'm not going to sit her and criticize you or what you think.But don't you think he deserves everything he has right now.He started at the very bottom and worked very hard to get to where he's at today.I think you need to see Leo as a perso
because you don't.I mean how do you know him to say he's conceited,but then again I don't know him to say he's not.Now I am a huge fan of his and in response to all those peoplewho want to know why Leo fans come here it is because we are open-minded peop
e want to see both sides of a situation.Oh,yeah one more thing Leonardo Wilhelm DiCaprio is the most beautiful man in the world.
Sheirin again - 05/02/98 22:58:58
Comments:
I'd just like to clarify that when I sent my entry
in there were no spelling errors, particularly so that my corrections of your web site would not look so hypocritical. Since then some have developed.
- 05/02/98 22:54:41
Comments:
You suck
Sheirin Iravantchi - 05/02/98 22:49:07
My Email:sheiriny@juno.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo + Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: The English Patient
Favourite Actor: Leo, of course
Favourite TV Show: Alley McBeal
Favourite Band/Singer: The Smashing Pumpkins/Thom Yorke
Comments:
So. I made it through your attempt at a leo-hating
website. Well, still don't get it. You three claim to be intelligent. But anyone intelligent should respect other people's views. I'm not going to scream profanity needlessly; I'm very logical about allllll of this. Despite the fact that according to you
hree I'm an idiot to have my room covered wall to wall with pictures of him (and other things, such as Picasso, Escher prints and other paintings, as well as other actors I admire and ads and articles I find intriguing) I am intelligent. I have a 4.5 GPA,
I'm getting my full IB diploma (International Baccaleaureate), I get a letter from a college every day (I'm a sophomore in high school), I have done over 70 hours of community service this year, I play tennis, I got the ecquivelant of a 1300 on my PSAT's
I did nothing to study, and woke up 6 minutes before the test), I am about to take an Avanced Placement test for European History to get college credit for the class I have been taking this year, I am a member of the American Red Cross, and there still is
more. So who is wrong, you or me. There is no answer to that, because it is all a matter of opinion. So here is my good reason that you should shut down this website, or at the very least change it so that it is not so insulting (sorry to burst your bubbl
, but that warning is not going to cut it). This website insults people, their intelligence, and though this may sound stupid it does hurt. It should be shut down because it is a prejudiced site, labeling people. As Canadians you do not like to be stereot
ped by Americans. So why should you do that to those of us who appreciate Leonardo?
oh yeah, it's assumption, not assumtion.
why the heck da ya care - 05/02/98 21:54:25
My Email:_______@______.___
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic/ basketball diaries
Another Favourite Movie: romeo & juliet
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: snl
Favourite Band/Singer: master p.
Comments:
you lil f**** are just jeolous cuz you just ugly a**** who can't get a boyfriend. you'll probably just f***** lesbians. why don't you you just get a f***** life and back off of him. what did he do to you, make the awsomest movie ever and is the hottest g
ys alive!!! so why don't you lil lesbians stop f***** around with leo. and to all you other leo haters out there:
F*** OFF!!!!!!!!!!1
Psyco Brat - 05/02/98 20:41:47
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~ayannaj/reviews.htm
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Selena
Favourite Actor: don't got one. I can't say Leo. In a few momnths I will be over him!
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Comments:
Now, I am a Leo fan but I must say there is nothing I love more (exaggerating) thatn going through an anti-Leo or anti-Titnaic site! I love them and seriously, despite all my love for both the movie and the actor : IT'S GETTING OLD!!!! One more thing, I T
tanic is my favourite movie with Leo in it, but the movie that , in my opinion, he did best in, was "What's Eating Gilbert Grape"
- 05/02/98 20:21:37
Favourite Leo Movie: anything w/ him in it
Favourite Actor: leonardo
Favourite TV Show: growing pains
Comments:
you suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mandy - 05/02/98 19:49:51
My Email:n/a
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Harrison Ford
Favourite TV Show: Days Of Our Lives
Favourite Band/Singer: can't decide
Comments:
I am an avid Leo fan. I have his pictures all over my room and everything. Guess you could say I'm a little obsessed. However, I find your page to be rather funny. Love the little drawing on the home page. I think it's great that you GIRLS are sticking up
for your own opinions. I mean, everybody doesn't like everybody, right? So what if others don't agree. I'll keep lovin' Leo, and you girls can keep up the great work on your page.
Leonardo DiCaprio - 05/02/98 17:54:58
My Email:i don't think so
Favourite Leo Movie: all
Another Favourite Movie: All of mine, I guess
Favourite Actor: Myself
Favourite TV Show: Barney
Favourite Band/Singer: Barney
Comments:
I'm sorry you guys don't really like me. I do think your page is pretty funny, though. (See, at least I have a sense of humor about myself!) Thanks to my fans who've stuck up for me, it does not go unappreciated. As for the person who put my so-called e-m
il address on your page, it is in fact not mine. Sorry to those who've been fooled into believing that it was. Peace.
Stan Marsh - 05/02/98 17:48:35
My Email:stanm@comcentral.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Basketball Diaries
Another Favourite Movie: Die Hard
Favourite Actor: That MacGuyver dude
Favourite TV Show: MacGuyver
Favourite Band/Singer: Robert Smith of the Cure
Comments:
You have some serious issues to resolve. However, I did find myself cheering at the end of Titanic when Leo becomes and ice cube!
jasimine & yasimine - 05/02/98 17:32:32
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leo
Comments:
you girls are retarted!! were sorry to be the ones to break it to you.you are just jealous because your boyfriends are probably ugly. we think you girls are taking it to far. if you dont like him then just shut-up about him. you girls are dumb to make a w
b page about this. did you notice how many people have visited it. it is kinda low! you misspelled the word favorite.
Patricia - 05/02/98 17:26:15
My Email:p.mccoy@usa.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man in The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Comments:
Why the hell do you girls think leo is suck an ass hole? Your people aren't any better. Leo is the best actor that I've seen so far. He can really get into his act. I have to admit it wasn't until I seen Titanic that I thought he was a good actor, i u
ed to think he was the ugliest sonofabitch there was but then he played the role of Jack and that totally changed my idea of him. You people need to give him a chance before you go saying he's conceited and shit like that.
Andrea - 05/02/98 17:14:27
My Email:none
Favourite Leo Movie: Romeo and Juliet (die, Clare Danes!)
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic (die, Kate Winslet)
Favourite Actor: Mr. Gorge himself, Leo DiCaprio!!
Favourite TV Show: J. Springer (go Jerry!)
Favourite Band/Singer: Not sure
Comments:
EVERYONE, READ ON IF YOU WANT TO MAIL LEO! I AM NOT KIDDING, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE!! I HAVE A FRIEND IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS WHO.ANYWAY, WHO CARES HOW I GOT IT? MY FRIEND EMAILD HIM AND GOT A REAPLY (I SWEAR). I AM, LIKE, A MAJOR LEO FAN AND THINK EVER
ON SHOULD BE, SO HERE IS HIS ADDRESS:
wilhelmdicaprio@mailcity.com
HE HAS USED HIS MIDDLE NAME SO THAT NOT MANY PEOPLE WILL KNOW BUT THEY WILL KNOW! ANYWAY, CHECK IT OUT!
PS and all you Leo haters can p*** off!!!!
Liv - 05/02/98 16:05:18
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Theater/5744/
My Email:liv13@juno.com
Favourite Leo Movie: This Boy's Life
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: House Rules
Favourite Band/Singer: ---
Comments:
Your page really sucks, it hurts my eyes and it is set up terrible. Leo did NOT boycott the Oscars!! He said he didn't want to go because he didn't want to take the attention away from his co stars, because it was their night, not his. And he also had a b
ack eye! If you don't stop making up theses damn rumors, I swear to God, I'll have to do something drastic!!! AND, Leo said he wasn't dissapointed that he wasn't nominated because he believes everything happens for a reason, and it just wasn't his time. I
truly don't care if you don't like Leo, but don't make stuff up!!
Tori - 05/02/98 05:59:34
Favourite Leo Movie: Marven's room
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: don't have one, but I love the girl that sings on Know Doubt
Favourite TV Show: don't have one
Favourite Band/Singer: 36 mofia
Comments:
All the peple who hate Leo can suck my fat dick!
Megan - 05/02/98 04:33:30
My Email:leopard_bra_girl@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic/The Man in the Iron Mask
Another Favourite Movie: The Fox & the Hound (Disney...it's so cute!)
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: None really...I like SNL (Saturday Night Live)though.
Favourite Band/Singer: Bush
Comments:
Okay, I am not here to dis you guys! I know you are entitled to your own opinion. I am not one of those "Leo obsessors", I think he is a good actor and that he is very cute. I am not going to say anything like "You suck!" or anything else that is not nece
sary. I know you're probably thinking if I like Leonardo then why am I here? Good question. I am here to see what other people have to say about Leonardo. I know that the world doesn't revolve around Leonardo. I know that everyone doesn't have to love or
ike him! I just don't want you to stereotype me because I like him. Also, I don't understand why you three are dissing Americans like myself. I don't make fun of Canadians. I like how some of them talk. (I'm not being stereotypical). Like for example, Jim
Carrey, the actors in a lot of movies, and the actors on the TV show "Are You Afraid of the Dark". I like how they say "sorry" like "soary". Or "about" like "aboat". I think it sounds cool. I personally think you're page is interesting and well put togeth
r. I guess I have said enough.
I can, though, agree with one thing. I can't stand all those girls that think they will marry him! I mean, I am ten years younger than him, I know that it would be a dream for me to meet him, but then it would also be a dream for me to meet Mark Walhberg
r Gavin Rossdale, etc. I, like you, hate Hanson, the Spice Girls, the Backstreet Boys. I hate them all! Well, NOW I have said enough. Bye!
Megan
Kellie - 05/02/98 04:21:38
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic and R&J
Another Favourite Movie: "??"
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Road Rules
Favourite Band/Singer: Bush
Comments:
Ok...Leo's job is acting. He is on TV b/c he is an actor. From my point of view he can do that very well. Why are you suck up somebody's life anyway. So what if you dont like him. Nobody cares what you like!! He is there to act and he does that. I
ont think he can to a better job. I love Leo. LEO FOR LIFE!
- 05/02/98 02:06:03
Comments:
kelly - 05/01/98 23:18:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvins room
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Don't hate him because you suck and he doesn't
Nunya - 05/01/98 22:52:43
My URL:http://www.leonardodicaprio.com
My Email:nunya
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: LEO, stupid!
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Favourite Band/Singer: Ben Folds Five
Comments:
Why are you pissing money away on such a stupid page? It's a waste of time, effort, and energy.
If you say REALLY bad things about him, he could find out and SUE you. I don't want to make an anti-Spice Girls or Hanson site because I might getb sued, and let me tell ya, I've got more things to worry about than getting sued, so it's not worth it. Go k
ss your Hanson posters now, okay, you queers? Ever notice that there's only 3 ANTI-LEO sites on Yahoo? Get a life and grow up, you babies.
Michele Joly - 05/01/98 21:39:32
Comments:
meghan - 05/01/98 21:38:41
My Email:meghan@rma.edu
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Cutting Edge
Favourite Actor: LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: Total Request (MTV)
Favourite Band/Singer: Smash Mouth
Comments:
(dont worry I'm not going to cuss you out or
anything) Well, I find it kind of hard to believe
that a few, I'm
guessing, teenage girls would start a Leo-hate
page, but IT'S A FREE COUNTRY!!! Even
though I am a "Leo-lover" as you would say,
I respect this page. I just want to say one thing:
Leo is not gay, or bi. Thats old news and totally
not true. I've read like three of his biographys,
and w/ the models and all, I kind of gather that
he's not gay. Plus, in those biographys(in his
guotes) he said that he was not gay. The writer
of all that could get majorly sued for putting in
false quotes. Oh yeah, how can Titanic be your
favorite movie if you hate Leo? Gotta go to
work now, I'll be seein' ya.
Eline - 05/01/98 17:38:06
My Email:erc@worldonline.nl
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape?
Favourite Actor: Leo, ofcourse!
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: The Cardigans
Comments:
Hi!
I'm real glad this is not an Leo-hate page!
I really believe there is a difference!
I can understand why people don't like Leo.
He's there when you wake up, he's there when you go to sleep... This was my real boring comment.
Eline
- 05/01/98 16:01:45
Comments:
a leo-lover - 05/01/98 15:33:18
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo &Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo
Favourite TV Show: a leo-show
Favourite Band/Singer: leo and the leo-singers
Comments:
What are you talking about, you stupid people. Leo is great, and don't you all tell the world otherwise. You suck, not Leo!!!!
Sleezebags!!!!
Angela - 05/01/98 12:17:32
My Email:spangela@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: Con Air
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO!!!
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I'm a "LEO LOVER" and i think it's fine to not like him, but he IS, i repeat, he is the most awesome guy ever. You have no reason to say he is conceited and everything else cause it's not like you have a personal relationship with him. You have NO! idea w
at he's like.
You really need to get a life rather than making home pages about how sucky LEO is.
I'm canadian too, we rule!
Anyways, nice chatting with ya.
- 05/01/98 11:43:41
Comments:
LEONARDO YOU DICK I HOPE YOUR READING. YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T TAKE ANY CLOSE-UPS, YOUR UGLY FACE SHOULN'T BE ALLOWED TO FILL UO THE SCREEN LIKE THAT. YOU THINK EVERYONE WANTS YOU HUH? WELL TAKE THIS YOU MOTHER-FUCKER. YOU NEED TO GET A LIFE, NOBODY WITHA DE
ENT MIND WOULD WANT YOU. JUST HOW MUCH MAKE-UP DO YOU USE TO COVER THAT SHIT? AND A WORD OR TWO TO THE LEO FANS, HE'S EYES ARE A YUCKY GREY NOT BLUE! ARE YOU BEING HIS FAN KNOWING THE FACTS THAT HE ADORES HIMSELF, IS HOMOSEXUAL, THINKS EVERYONE WANTS HIM,
MAKES RACIST COMMENTS? THE CREW OF ROMEO AND JULIET WEREN'T VERY FOND OF HIM AS HE INSULTED AND IMITATED LINES OF OTHER ACTORS.THERE'S SO MUCH MORE BUT CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO TYPE IT UP. LEO SUXS.
Pavlina - 05/01/98 07:23:32
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Comments:
- 05/01/98 07:19:23
Comments:
jihad - 05/01/98 05:57:02
My Email:jqumbari@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none hehehehe
Another Favourite Movie: i said none
Favourite Actor: will smith
Favourite TV Show: prince of bellair
Favourite Band/Singer: bone thugs n harmony
Comments:
you should put more pictures of that ass hole
jihad - 05/01/98 05:55:46
My Email:jqumbari@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: none hehehehe
Another Favourite Movie: i said none
Favourite Actor: will smith
Favourite TV Show: prince of bellair
Favourite Band/Singer: bone thugs n harmony
Comments:
you should put more pictures
Shawn - 05/01/98 05:36:47
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/ca/gurder
Favourite Leo Movie: I hate Leo
Another Favourite Movie: I hate Leo
Favourite Actor: Anyone but leo
Favourite TV Show: Simpsons (only cuz leo's not on it)
Favourite Band/Singer: Cake
Comments:
Great page! Leo Sucks!
- 05/01/98 05:04:14
Comments:
Cindy Ram - 05/01/98 03:32:52
My Email:crazy@cablenett.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leo duh!
Favourite Band/Singer: Aqua
Comments:
I love leo......................
Rose Dawson - 05/01/98 02:34:52
My Email:Luizapim@unix.horizontes.com.br
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: KIDS
Favourite Actor: Leo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: ET & Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson & BSB
Comments:
Hi Leo-lovers...i'm brasilian and i lllloooooovvvvvveeeeee Leo! The Man In The Iron Mask get here last week! I'll see it tomorrow!!! If you're a Leo-lover, please, e-mail me!
MMMkisses, Lu Hanson, *Tay's Girlfriend*, Kate Wislet or Rose Dawson!
Maheesha - 04/30/98 23:34:29
My Email:ultimatehotmale.com
Favourite Leo Movie: huh?
Another Favourite Movie: huh?
Favourite Actor: Salma Hayek
Favourite TV Show: Wayens Brothers
Favourite Band/Singer: Smashing Pumpkins
Comments:
Leo???? his face looks like bad piece of potato,!
His body looks like a pile of shit!!! His acting sucks!!..........who the fuck is he????
________ - 04/30/98 22:52:02
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: ____________
Favourite Band/Singer: ____________
Comments:
To all Fellow Leo Lovers:
This page SUCKS!!!!!!! I dunno how we could delete it, but if there are any Leo lovers who are hackers, please delete all anti-Leo pages, all right? Ok, bye!!
Anon - 04/30/98 22:51:08
My URL:http://expage.com/page/kjsshack
My Email:yourdreamin
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Comments:
First of all I'd like to get one thing straight, you do not have everthing spelled correctly! Favorite does not have a u in it. Now who's not perfect? What the hell are you trying to prove by making this page? Other than that A. you have nothing bette
to do and B. you don't like him and you have a right to. That doesn't mean that you have to go and make up a bunch of shit to make yourselves cool or anything. You people have a very sick sense of humor.
Lindsay - 04/30/98 21:43:45
My Email:performance_strategies@msn.com
Favourite Leo Movie: basketball diaries
Another Favourite Movie: the craft and stand by me
Favourite Actor: leo and river phoenix
Favourite TV Show: dawson, buffy, and po5
Favourite Band/Singer: radiohead and ani difranco
Comments:
Alright, don't get me wrong, i'm just as obsessed with leo as everyone else, but you guys are a little psycho freakin' out cuz someone made a leo hate page. ever heard of something called freedom of speech? i don't see why it bothers you all so much if a
ouple girls from canada hate leo. you all act like they're antichrists or something. and if you love leo so much, then why come to a leo hate site? i just think they're funny, and i don't think it would kill leo if he knew that a couple people hate him, s
calm down!
Lindsay
JENNA - 04/30/98 21:41:20
My Email:ALICE@CGOCABLE.NET
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JUILET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
YOU FUCKING BITCH I CAN'T BELIVE YOU DON'T LIKE LEONARDO DICAPRIO. AND IF YOU'RE NAME IS RAVEN I WARNED YOU NOT TO MAKE A SITE LIKE THIS. MY OPION ON LEONARDO I THAT HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DELET3E THIS SITE AND YOU WILL BE FINE BUT IF YOU DON'T THEN YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
JENNA - 04/30/98 21:39:38
My Email:ALICE@GGOCABLE.NET
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JUILET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
YOU FUCKING BITCH I CAN'T BELIVE YOU DON'T LIKE LEONARDO DICAPRIO. AND IF YOU'RE NAME IS RAVEN I WARNED YOU NOT TO MAKE A SITE LIKE THIS. MY OPION ON LEONARDO I THAT HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DELET3E THIS SITE AND YOU WILL BE FINE BUT IF YOU DON'T THEN YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
person - 04/30/98 21:19:45
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: what's eating gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: leonardo dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: who's line is it anyway?
Favourite Band/Singer: celine dion
Comments:
i love leonardo dicpario , so don't you dare make fun of him,...or else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa Levanti - 04/30/98 21:02:21
Favourite Leo Movie: TiTanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man In the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Buffy
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreetboys
Comments:
I HatEEEEEE your page I don't care if you get deleted!
WHY DO YOU CARE? - 04/30/98 20:48:31
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Titanic and Grease
Favourite Actor: Travolta & Leo
Favourite TV Show: Dharma & Greg
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys
Comments:
I think Leo is totally fine and a good actor, and
this is the best Leo HATE page I have ever seen. I don't care what you call it, it is a hate page!
All of the other pages have pics of him dead and rotting, but yours just shows him as a devil in hell. Just the way you want him because that is where you belong!!!!!
Leo Lover - 04/30/98 19:53:53
My URL:http://usuk
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: The Man in the Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Comments:
Leo is hot and you're not!!!! HA,HA,HA!!!
Melissa Knetamen - 04/30/98 18:25:23
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Grease
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Fiona Apple
Comments:
My ass your Canadian girls! You're probably just a bunch of jelouse gay guys who are off cause you know that you could never have Leo!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:56
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:51
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:48
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:45
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:41
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawson Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:12:12
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Full House
Favourite Band/Singer: Guns N Roses
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
None Of Your Buiseness - 04/30/98 18:08:35
My URL:http://getalife
My Email:Yah Right
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo And Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonard DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Full House
Favourite Band/Singer: Guns N Roses
Comments:
What the Fuck are you doing? This site sux. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe you don't like Leo. Your FUCKIN' crazy. You deserve to rot in HELL. If I ever find you, I'll show you who I am.{That's not a threat, but you should get a fucking life.}
ou are a LOSER Your a Bitch!
Alexandra - 04/30/98 13:32:04
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE REST OF THEM
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: X FILES
Favourite Band/Singer: Cranberris, Fiona Apple, Bush
Comments:
YOU FUCKING WHORE-ASS BITCHES ARE FULL OF SHIT!!!!!!
- 04/30/98 13:20:14
Comments:
HAYLEY - 04/30/98 12:35:21
My Email:96HAYLEYSM@PUPIL.SHS.LINCS.SCH.UK
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: ROMEO AND JULIET
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: FRIENDS
Comments:
I LOVE LEONARDO DICAPRIO AND I THINK HE IS GORGEOUS
Alvy - 04/30/98 10:20:14
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Favourite Actor: Leo
Comments:
FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
de_one WITH WISDOM - 04/30/98 06:37:55
My URL:http://dont have one
My Email:forget it
Comments:
this page is really great...funny and crappy.i dont hate leo...but i found this page really good.what i really dont understand is why some fuckers still say 'I LOVE LEO....LEO IS CUTE...LEO IS THIS....LEO IS THAT... and all that crap when they were alread
warned at the beginning itself that this is not the darn page for them.so to all those losers out there.....what i'd say is.....FUCK OFF.
AND OH!!!!!KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK U GUYS!
SPICE - 04/30/98 03:59:57
Comments:
Si Leonardo DiCaprio ang isa sa pinakamagaling na aktor sa buong mundo... kung wala kang magawa sa buhay mo eh Putang Ina Mo. bet you didn't understand that do you... It says something nice about you anyway.
HEY YOU GUYS, U KNOW THAT EMMA GIRL WHO SIGNED UR GB THAT SAID ALL THAT STUFF UP THERE?? WELL LOL SHE'S WEIRD. YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID?? SHE SAID THAT HE'S ONE OF THE BEST ACTORS IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND IF U HAVE NOT
ING ELSE TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE THEN FUCK YOU *LOL*. WEIRDO EH??
Bum shower - 04/30/98 03:38:36
My URL:http://www.bums.com
My Email:bumz@bummail.bum
Favourite Leo Movie: TOTAL ECLIPSE
Another Favourite Movie: LADY WITH A BUM
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: DAWSON'S CREEK AND ER
Favourite Band/Singer: OUR LADY PEACE, MADONNA, SARAH MCLAUCLAN, DAFT PUNK, EMJAY,
Comments:
LEO ROXSORRY BUT I DO LIKE HIM.BUT STILL THIS PG. IS OKAY, I THOUGHT THE PIX WERE FUNNY AND THE INTERVIEW. PRESTON MANNING,... THAT PART HAD ME LMAO!!! MY BUM---BUM!!
SORRY, BUT SHOULD GO HAVE A DUMP NOW. P.S. ANOTHER WAY LEO COULD DIE IS BY HAVING HIM GET HIT WITH FLYING MEAT CLEAVERS, OR SUFFICATING IN A PILE OF OLD MAXI PADS!!!
a Leo Godess - 04/30/98 01:36:42
My URL:http://like you care
My Email:do you care
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
a Leo Godess - 04/30/98 01:36:33
My URL:http://like you care
My Email:do you care
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
sucks
a Leo Godess - 04/30/98 01:36:07
My URL:http://like you care
My Email:do you care
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Before I signed your guessbook I viewed it. I found out that very few people dislike your web page. I think leo is cool and a great guy. I use to dislike him but now I think he is one of the hottest guys around. Leo is not gay or . I think you should
et rid of your website or change it into an I like leo site. He is a great guy and I think people should relize that. Anyone who dislikes leo sucks. I am like the biggest Leo fan in the world so please quit saying mean things about him. Maybe I should
ind out the actor that you like and make an I hate ______ page. Leo is HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! He is also an intelligent man and should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Leo is a cuttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! I am sorry that I did not like your pag
. I did not purposly come to this page. I was trying to click on a web site near this. But once I clicked on it I decided to look at it. And I was not HHHHHAAAAAAPPPPPYYYYYY with what I say. Goodbye!!!!
a Leo Godess - 04/30/98 01:35:55
My URL:http://like you care
My Email:do you care
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Before I signed your guessbook I viewed it. I found out that very few people dislike your web page. I think leo is cool and a great guy. I use to dislike him but now I think he is one of the hottest guys around. Leo is not gay or homosexual. I think y
u should get rid of your website or change it into an I like leo site. He is a great guy and I think people should relize that. Anyone who dislikes leo sucks. I am like the biggest Leo fan in the world so please quit saying mean things about him. Maybe
I should find out the actor that you like and make an I hate ______ page. Leo is HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! He is also an intelligent man and should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Leo is a cuttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! I am sorry that I did not lik
your page. I did not purposly come to this page. I was trying to click on a web site near this. But once I clicked on it I decided to look at it. And I was not HHHHHAAAAAAPPPPPYYYYYY with what I say. Goodbye!!!!
a Leo Godess - 04/30/98 01:35:48
My URL:http://like you care
My Email:do you care
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice Girls
Comments:
Before I signed your guessbook I viewed it. I found out that very few people dislike your web page. I think leo is cool and a great guy. I use to dislike him but now I think he is one of the hottest guys around. Leo is not gay or homosexual. I think y
u should get rid of your website or change it into an I like leo site. He is a great guy and I think people should relize that. Anyone who dislikes leo sucks. I am like the biggest Leo fan in the world so please quit saying mean things about him. Maybe
I should find out the actor that you like and make an I hate ______ page. Leo is HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! He is also an intelligent man and should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Leo is a cuttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! I am sorry that I did not lik
your page. I did not purposly come to this page. I was trying to click on a web site near this. But once I clicked on it I decided to look at it. And I was not HHHHHAAAAAAPPPPPYYYYYY with what I say. Goodbye!!!!
Leo lover - 04/30/98 01:27:28
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five
Favourite Band/Singer: Spice GIrls
Comments:
I am a major Leo fan. I'd like to say that leo is not gay or homosexual. He is a great talented actor. I'm not here to be a pain, but I just think Leo is a great cute guy that deserves a normal life. If I disliked Leonardo DiCaprio I'd say this is a g
eeeeaaat site. It is a well put together site. But I just want to say that Leo is a talented actor.
JOY2 - 04/29/98 22:20:19
My Email:s_joy_2@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: like u care
Favourite Actor: Leonardo Dicaprio
Favourite TV Show: like u care
Favourite Band/Singer: Bush
Comments:
LEO RULZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOEVER MADE THIS PAGE REALLY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DO U KNOW IF U REALLY HATE HIM????????????????????? U DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marcela & Adriana - 04/29/98 20:29:24
My URL:http://none of your business
My Email:none of your business
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo & Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Dawsons Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Will Smith
Comments:
We think that the Leonardo haters should go kiss some ass. Cause we don't know if you are blind or something but Leonardo Dicaprio is FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.So you Leonardo haters better shut the hell up and open your eyes more there
not open enough!!!!!!
- 04/29/98 20:17:41
Comments:
iluvleo - 04/29/98 19:54:43
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: marvins rooom
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: dawsons creek
Comments:
LEO IS THE HOTTEST GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!! ALL THE LEO HATERS OUT THERE CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES, BECAUSE LEO IS HOTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. GO EAT HANSON SHIT IF U DON
Cindy Crawford - 04/29/98 19:34:27
My Email:Unknown
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Martin
Favourite Band/Singer: Hanson!!!!!!
Comments:
Personally, I think Leonardo is sooooo cute. I think he is very sexy and such a darl.
Jenny and Vicki - 04/29/98 19:12:15
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: scream
Favourite Actor: Jerry O'Connnol
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Robbie Williams
Comments:
We used to quite like leo but now were totally having second thoughts
you have some great and funny ideas
and your page is cool
Miguel Perez - 04/29/98 18:30:33
My Email:per05145
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Comments:
He is cool.
He is the man!
Miguel Perez - 04/29/98 18:23:22
My Email:per05145
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Favourite Actor: LEO
Favourite TV Show: GROWING PAINS
Comments:
He is cool.
He is the man!
Shierly - 04/29/98 11:02:38
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Theater/1868/
My Email:leowilhelmdc@geocities.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: My Best Friend's Wedding
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Party of Five, Beverly Hillls 90210
Favourite Band/Singer: Boyzone, Aqua
Comments:
Well, I like Leo but I'm not obsessed anyway. My page's all about Leo. I don't want to say bad things about this page, so please if you visit my page and sign the guestbook, don't say bad things about Leo. Well, I was a little bit annoyed when I heard the
news that he wouldn't come at Oscars, but..it's okay. Maybe you'd think like Leo too if you were him.
But just imagine if Leo ever visited this page, how you guys would hurt his feelings...
I don't think he ever hurts you, so..(think the rest of the sentence by yourselves. I know you can)
Emma - 04/29/98 10:37:49
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Hollywood/Lot/9699
My Email:bernabe@netasia.net
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: X-Files
Favourite Band/Singer: Smoking Popes
Comments:
Si Leonardo DiCaprio ang isa sa pinakamagaling na aktor sa buong mundo... kung wala kang magawa sa buhay mo eh Putang Ina Mo. bet you didn't understand that do you... It says something nice about you anyway.
Jessica - 04/29/98 09:53:33
My URL:http://hhg.hanko.fi/elev9/
My Email:sessi17@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: D2 Migthy Ducks
Favourite Actor: Scott Whyte & Devon Sawa
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Celin Dion
Comments:
Who do you guys think you are??? I know that everyone has the right to hate Leo if they want to, but do you have to make a "hate-page" about him? Ok, i wrote that my fave actors are Scott Whyte and Devon Sawa, but I still love Leo. Even if I would hate hi
, I wouldn´t do what you did (just so you know)! I am not mad for what you guys have written on your page (cos I just think it is childish), but I hate the way you think! There are a lot of Leo-fans out there, and they could get sad and unhappy after this
They don´t disturbe you just cos they like Leo, so why should you disturbe them??? I think you are being very childish, and I am sitting here trying to figure out what went wrong with you guys!!! I have friends that don´t like Leo (some of the actually h
te him, and thinks he is discusting), but they don´t make fun of him. They accept that I like him, and I accept that they don´t like him! So...I just wanna know why you guys can´t accept that some people love him? Hate him if you want to, but don´t make L
o-fans sad and unhappy!!! You have the right to freedom of speechs, but you don´t have the right to make other people sad and unhappy!!!
I am off for now, but if there is gonna be another "Leo-hate-page" then you can sure that I am going to write in the guestbook there too...!!!
trang - 04/29/98 03:30:19
My URL:http://www.angelfire.com/vt/Trang01
My Email:lilyan01@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: the man in the iron mask
Another Favourite Movie: Forest Gump
Favourite Actor: leo of coruse - dur!!!!!
Favourite TV Show: friends
Favourite Band/Singer: mark owen
Comments:
U R A sad and bored case you LLLLLLLOOOOOOSSSSSEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!1
Felipe - 04/29/98 03:13:00
My URL:http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~felipe/guestbook
My Email:felipe@www.utexas.edu
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic,minus Kate Winslet
Another Favourite Movie: Selena
Favourite Actor: Jimmy Smit (ESTE BONITO)
Favourite TV Show: Chupa Mi Chorizo y Huevos (Spanish TV)
Favourite Band/Singer: La Mafia,Selena
Comments:
Leo is the most SEXIEST,HOTTEST,GRINGO God has ever created! How dare you make a Hate Page on him? His face is like an angel...and his body is
CALIENTE! By the way,since it's your guestbook,
amigo, I will retain in sharing my fantasy about
sexy Leo. BESO MI CULO,CULERO. ADIOS AMIGOS.
NETALIA DICAPRIO - 04/29/98 02:43:51
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: R&J
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO
Favourite TV Show: FRENDS
Favourite Band/Singer: BACKSTREET BOYS
Comments:
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT OF ME GO TO HELL CAUSE YOUR A F***IN BSTURDAND WE DON'T WANT YOU HERE!SEE LEO IS A HONEST GUY TRYING TO EARN A LIVING SO SHUT THAT F***IN MOUTH OF YOURS!
ELMO - 04/29/98 02:04:24
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC
Another Favourite Movie: MY BEST FRIENDS WEDDING
Favourite Actor: Him
Favourite TV Show: my So Called Life
Favourite Band/Singer: Ma$e,Puffy,Master P, westside Conection
Comments:
Leo is fine as hell and you are just mad cause he looks a lot better than you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCK YOU ASSHOLES!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kathryn - 04/29/98 01:42:11
My Email:morgan@vision.net.au
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Good for you.Leo is the best.I am not obsessed or anything but I do really like him alot.I am not only he's biggest fan because he's hot but because of he's acting ability.He will take your breath away on the big screen and captivate your heart.I can't be
ieve how amazing he is at acting and how he is able to act in any role he is given.After watching a movie in which he is in, how could you have an ounce of doubt that he is indeed the most amazing, gorgeous,talented guy ever to hit the big screen.Leo if y
u ever read this you can e-mail me at the following address:Morgan@vision.net.au.Thats my friends e-mail address and it would mean the world to me if you'd read this and write back.Keep up the good acting and I wish you all the best in the future. of your
career.
Kathryn - 04/29/98 01:41:32
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Romeo and Juliet
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Good for you.Leo is the best.I am not obsessed or anything but I do really like him alot.I am not only he's biggest fan because he's hot but because of he's acting ability.He will take your breath away on the big screen and captivate your heart.I can't be
ieve how amazing he is at acting and how he is able to act in any role he is given.After watching a movie in which he is in, how could you have an ounce of doubt that he is indeed the most amazing, gorgeous,talented guy ever to hit the big screen.Leo if y
u ever read this you can e-mail me at the following address:Morgan@vision.net.au.Thats my friends e-mail address and it would mean the world to me if you'd read this and write back.Keep up the good acting and I wish you all the best in the future. of your
career.
Andria Hammer - 04/29/98 00:09:40
Favourite Leo Movie: titanic
Another Favourite Movie: romeo and juliette
Favourite Actor: don't have one.
Favourite TV Show: the x files
Favourite Band/Singer: marilyn manson
Comments:
The leo hate club or what ever the fuck they are called. Are all dum and stuped! They dont have any thing better to bitch about, so they picked Leo.I mean like whi do they care so much? Andria H
NONE OF YOUR B - 04/28/98 23:45:40
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC!DUH!
Another Favourite Movie: WHATS EATING GILBERT GRAPE?
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: USA HIGH
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
WHATS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU REALLY NEED HELP! YOU CANT STAND THE FACT THAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS LOVE LEO! SO JUST BUT OUT! BYE LOSERS!
NONE OF YOUR B - 04/28/98 23:45:25
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC!DUH!
Another Favourite Movie: WHATS EATING GILBERT GRAPE?
Favourite Actor: LEONARDO DICAPRIO
Favourite TV Show: USA HIGH
Favourite Band/Singer: CELINE DION
Comments:
WHATS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU REALLY NEED HELP! YOU CANT STAND THE FACT THAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS LOVE LEO! SO JUST BUT OUT! BYE LOSERS!
Rielyn - 04/28/98 23:33:20
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~Buzz_3/leomain.html
My Email:buzzlightyear13@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: It's a tie between Titanic and Romeo & Juliet
Another Favourite Movie: Toy Story
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio!! Duh!!
Favourite TV Show: Growing Pains
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
You guys just made this page because you are jealous of us girls looking at him instead of you. Well, I don't think that is gonna change, I don't know of anyone cuter than Leo.
(By the way, everyone go to my Leo page!! just go to the address provided above.)
Sahrah - 04/28/98 23:24:37
My Email:LYalamanch
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man In The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Why don't you go and stick your head in a bucket of ice? Maybe the swelling will go down a bit!You think you're so cool, just bacause you can swear about people!YEAH RIGHT!You and your asshole friends can just... If you know what that means, or does your
pea brain only register hate words? Here is something YOU are: B - i - t - c - h!
Guess what? I don't even like Leo that much, but you and your friends think you are so f***ing hot! And another thing. Get some spelling lessons!!!!!!
Sahrah - 04/28/98 23:24:29
My Email:LYalamanch
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man In The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Why don't you go and stick your head in a bucket of ice? Maybe the swelling will go down a bit!You think you're so cool, just bacause you can swear about people!YEAH RIGHT!You and your asshole friends can just... If you know what that means, or does your
pea brain only register hate words? Here is something YOU are: B - i - t - c - h!
Guess what? I don't even like Leo that much, but you and your friends think you are so f***ing hot! And another thing. Get some spelling lessons!!!!!!
Sahrah - 04/28/98 23:19:48
My Email:LYalamanch
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man In The Iron Mask
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Celine Dion
Comments:
Why don't you go and stick your head in a bucket of ice? Maybe the swelling will go down a bit!You think you're so cool, just bacause you can swear about people!YEAH RIGHT!You and your asshole friends can just... If you know what that means, or does your
pea brain only register hate words? Here is something YOU are: B - i - t - c - h!
Guess what? I don't even like Leo that much, but you and your friends think you are so f***ing hot! And another thing. Get some spelling lessons!!!!!!
Alexa - 04/28/98 23:02:59
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leo, of course
Favourite TV Show: Dawson's Creek
Favourite Band/Singer: Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion
Comments:
I know this page is just for fun. But it does offend me, especially since a lot of the things you probably say about Leo are not true. You say he's conceited (yes I did read that) and that's so not true. Have you heard the stories about him having all
hese affairs with all these models? Anyone who actually reads the tabloids and believes them needs to get a life. Wanna know who he takes to awards shows? No, not some chick, but he takes his mom and grandma. Now you have to give him credit, that he s
ows that they're more important to him than anyone. He also said that the thing that makes him get sappy at movies, if he does at all, is thinking about what it would be like if something suddenly happened to one of his family members. I think that's to
ally sweet, and it shows that family is important to him. Now for those of you who can't appreciate that, well, he doesn't deserve to have you even recognizing him.
LS - 04/28/98 21:29:16
My Email:titlet@sprynet.com
Favourite Leo Movie: "What's Eating Gilbert Grape?"
Another Favourite Movie: Object Of My Afection
Favourite Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Radiohead
Comments:
Leonardo is the awesomest! U are just jelous that u can not get as many women as he can!
SO HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Amy - 04/28/98 21:14:24
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Man in the Iron mask, Marvin's Room, What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, Speed
Favourite Actor: LEEEEEEEEEOOOOOO!
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, Michael Crawford
Comments:
LEO ROCKS! YOUR TIME IS WASTED BY MAKING THIS CRAPPY PAGE! YOU ARE SSOOO FREAKIN' SCREWED UP!
YOU DON'T KNOW A PERFECT ACTOR WHEN YOU SEE HIM!
Jen - 04/28/98 20:46:40
My URL:http://www.expage.com/page/jenrules
My Email:KITTYJAB13@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Sleepless in Seattle
Favourite Actor: Favorite Actress: Meg Ryan
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: No Doubt
Comments:
Even though I like Leo, I don't drool over him like everyone else. I think what you guys are doing is good, showing all those drooly girls that their opinion isn't the only one.
Jen - 04/28/98 20:43:40
My URL:http://www.expage.com/page/jenrules
My Email:KITTYJAB13@aol.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Sleepless in Seattle
Favourite Actor: Favorite Actress: Meg Ryan
Favourite TV Show: Friends
Favourite Band/Singer: No Doubt
Comments:
Even though I like Leo, I don't drool over him like everyone else. I think what you guys are doing is good, showing all those drooly girls that their opinion isn't the only one.
julia Gulia - 04/28/98 19:50:04
Comments:
i just want to say that all you girls who like leo,
im gonna marry him and just back off!
were gonna have 5 kids and youre not so go away!
Eli - 04/28/98 19:45:14
Favourite Leo Movie: R&J(romeo and Juliet)
Another Favourite Movie: titanic
Favourite Actor: leo
Favourite TV Show: anything with leo
Favourite Band/Singer: if leo sang, him!
Comments:
i really dont care for your hate page.
im sure you could do lots better.
im quite sure you loser people could do better!
you are extremely psychotic for bashing my leo.
you are gay and you should die *grin*
KT - 04/28/98 19:20:16
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: Marvin's Room
Favourite Actor: Leo or Ryan Phillipe
Favourite TV Show: Buffy!
Favourite Band/Singer: Alanis
Comments:
I see that a lot of people here are from Canada! I'm from the U.S. but I absolutely have nothing against Canada. In fact, I have a pen pal in Ontario. I would never say anything bad about it and I love the way you Canadians spell. I think words look a
lot neater the way you spell them. But I don't like it when some people (not all!) make fun of us here in the U.S., so please don't anymore! Peace and happiness to all!
Dottie - 04/28/98 14:12:46
My Email:djs16@hotmail.com
Favourite Leo Movie: Titanic
Another Favourite Movie: What's eating Gilbert Grape
Favourite Actor: Leo
Favourite TV Show: Getting Personal
Favourite Band/Singer: Smashing Pumpkins
Comments:
Leo haters should burn in Hell. You all SUCK!!! Leo rules and you should stop getting so jealous over him.
noyfb - 04/25/98 11:35:53
My Email:all of them
Favourite Leo Movie: all leo's movies
Another Favourite Movie: guess
Comments:
LEO FANS IT WOULD BE BETTER TO PUT YOUR MESSAGES IN THE I HATE LEO GUESTBOOK BECAUSE WHO WANTS TO FOLLOW THE TRIO'S RULES
I_AM_CANADIAN - 04/25/98 07:22:02
My Email:Canada_Rocks@yahoo.com
Favourite Leo Movie: TITANIC (cauz it's Canadian directed)
Favourite Actor: Mike Meyers
Favourite Band/Singer: OUR LADY PEACE!!(100% Canadian)
Comments:
CANADA ROCKS! YOU ALL KNOW IT! WE'RE NOT JUST A PINK COUNTRY ON THE MAP. WE ARE A FREAKIN BIG PINK COUNTRY. WHAT'S THE U.S.? ORANGE? HA, WHAT A SISSY
COLOUR. YES THAT'S RIGHT I SPELT COLOUR W/ A 'U'. CAUZ I AM CANADIAN. AND THAT'S MY FAVOURITE WAY TO SPELL COLOUR AND FAVOURITE W/ A U!
Goddess - 04/25/98 00:45:16
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/sunsetstrip/studio/2626/RULES.html
Favourite Leo Movie: This Boys Life
Another Favourite Movie: The Crow oh and by the way, you spelt FAVORITE WRONG!!
Favourite Actor: DUH!! Leonardo!!
Favourite TV Show: South Park
Favourite Band/Singer: Fleetwood Mac
Comments:
HA!! This page is... well... I won't let you get
off of what you know I could say. Just be ready
for what you are in for. I would like to know WHO
YOU THINK is a good actor?!! How old are you
kiddies anyway?!! And why waste your time with
this web page?!! Okay, so I hate...hmmm..such a
strong word...let's say...oh yeah, "Biseor" this
idiot guy on the internet. Do I have a hate page
set up for him?!! NO!! There are a lot of
Leonardo fans out there and not as many haters.
But I will be back. You can count on that!!
SPICED OUT - 04/24/98 04:37:15
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/southbeach/palms/2140/
Favourite Leo Movie: WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE?
Another Favourite Movie: BASKETBALL DIARIES
Favourite Actor: MIKE MYERS
Favourite TV Show: FRASIER
Favourite Band/Singer: RADIOHEAD!!!! OUR LADY PEACE!!!
Comments:
LIKE FOR SURE,LEO IS A MANS MAN....LITERALLY *L*
HE LOOKED HIS ALL TIME BEST IN...OH DAMN WHAT WAS THAT WESTERN-LIKE MOVIE HE WAS IN?? CRAP I FORGOT, IT HAD SHARON STONE IN IT TOO..AHHHH CRAP *LAUGH*. TALK TO U LATERS....LEO'S LAST BUT NOT LEAST FAN
Leo lover - 04/24/98 00:35:45
My Email:I_love_leo@leorocks.com
Favourite Leo Movie: ALL OF THEM!!
Another Favourite Movie: What are you talking about? all of them are awesome!!!
Favourite Actor: Leonardo di Caprio duh!
Favourite TV Show: Growing pains cauz Leo was on it!
Favourite Band/Singer: The Leo Band
Comments:
Leonardo di Caprio's the best actor in the world! You know it. I mean he's
sooooooo hot you guys just can't appreciate hot guys. He's the finest guy in da world in the da universe. he is an awesome actor. I love you leo!!
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