Could there be a bigger waste of carbon and bandwidth than Rachel Glucina and her “Spy” column in the Herald?
Today’s column has to take the cake, although it’s followed closely by a recent journalistic zinger that Richard Worth might be going through a mid life crisis because he was in a Harley-Davidson shop. OMG! No WAAAY Shut UP!
No, today’s was a doozy:
Come on! Is this woman for real? Can she find anything floating around up there that’s not some mindless claptrap? I don’t need to state the obvious but I will. It actually doesn’t matter what politicians look like because…well…they’re not running in a beauty contest, or vying to be photographed at some wannabe celebrity event in the foyer of Alexandra Park or at some random bar in the viaduct.
It’s called an election. It’s where ideas are exchanged and argued and discussed, not sultry looks or pouty lips.
OMG but that’s like, so boring and stuff! I mean, like, who cares, like whatever!