Let’s start with the big fat NYEEEEOOTTTT:
I’m 5-foot-2. I’m close to the ground. I like it that way. There is no reason me, nor anyone, should feel the need to convey our excitement through an ill-fated attempt to defy gravity.
Contrived. Misogynistic. Duuuuumb.
Passive-aggressive, ruins expensive hair and makeup and a perfectly wretched waste of cake.
Pants on the ground, pants on the ground. Lookin like a FOOOOOL with your pants on the ground.
How about what I do want?
At Least One Really Rad Shot of Me
And Most Definitely, A Re-Creation of This