Summer is bye-bitched and done. Let the shenanigans begin. The unholy trifecta of Halloween, Thanksgiving and all those damn Winter Holidays are upon us. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Loud logo overload and aggressive “dupe” flexing, turning people into ambulatory billboards for sweatshop fast fashion that trashes the planet while pretending it’s ironic Endless Y2K necromancy: ultra low-rise jeans, visible thongs, unbuttoned pants, micro shorts — dragged back from the dead despite most bodies, climates, and basic dignity declining the invitation. TikTok stunt cycles that gamify injury, poisoning, and arrest (NyQuil chicken, aerosol inhaling, car theft) and then act shocked when hospitals get involved “Blackout” and Benadryl challenges, where teens choke or overdose for clout, rebranding actual danger as engagement Cold plunges, IV drips, bone broth bars, and hyper-aesthetic wellness clubs mutating into luxury status symbols that cost more than actual medical care Colostrum powders and animal-derived “liquid gold” supplements marketed as gut and skin miracles, with a marketing budget vastly outpacing the science Wellness influencers hawking extreme biohack...
Source: Bettmann We've all had moments when our clothing has betrayed us: a skirt tucked into our underwear, a nasty breeze hitting us at the worst possible time. But not all wardrobe mishaps are equal. Have you ever had a particularly embarrassing malfunction? Or seen someone else have one? Expose yours below!
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