Stop Throwing Shit At Performers On Stage: Harry Styles Edition!

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Look, I get it. I really do. Some pop stars are insufferable twats and deserve to be slapped around. But get this: you honestly don't have to anything. Just sit back and relax, because karma will eventually catch up with them:

Ah hahahaha! I keed, I keed (no, I don't). At any rate, this trend of beaning pop tartlets in concert continues with Harry Styles, who was hit in the eye this weekend - the eye, FFS! - with an unknown object by some goober in the audience:


So what's the end goal here? Take an eye out? Maim his face? Make him dick-less? Because this isn't Harry's first time at the rode; some ass-nugget once chucked a bottle at his groin, causing him to double over in pain.

I don't believe I have to repeat myself - will you kids ever listen?! - but there's much more fun things to throw if you really must. There's underwear (sans skid marks, you tool), jock straps (san piss stains, you heathen), and the old standby...


...cream pie (though save that for the truly deserving) Harry's people haven't commented on this latest attack, and though I find him a tiresome try-hard - it's not edgy to wear culottes, gurl! - I truly hope he's escaped serious injury. Oh, and next time, Harry, dear, get Adele to scare the fools away. Bitch isn't fooling around.

Photo Credits: Amanda Fordyce for Rolling Stone

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