I see you. Well, I don’t really see you, I only see your misspelled and hateful comments underneath my Swagger Facebook post. In the past few months, I’ve learned to not only laugh at your attempts at grammar, but also your insecurity-driven desires to tear someone down. Get your life together.
At Swagger, we cover all aspects of style. And by doing so, I completely understand that we open ourselves up to subjectivity – what we think is hot, you may think is not. But in what world is saying that someone “dresses like a fagget [sic]” or “looks like an elf” ever acceptable? We’ve arrived at a place, virtually, where anything can be said or expressed without recourse. You’re not going to get knocked out by the “fagget,” so why not spew some hate his way? Well, because that makes you a chump, son. You pointing out perceived weaknesses in someone else only makes your personal weaknesses that much more apparent.
If I weren’t cool-headed, or felt an overwhelming need to keep it PC, I’d ‘get into it’ with you, hater.
Kinda like John Legend’s fiancée Chrissy Teigen does when a follower tries to hate on her.
Or like Azealia Banks does with a Twitter fan. Just shut it down.
Through my other gig at MTV, I sat down with Khloe Kardashian to talk about what she does when a significant portion of America attempts to bring down her and her family for being too fat, too thin, too rich, or not like ‘us’:
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And her approach to dealing with haters – ignoring them – is one to learn from. Because the more I take into account what people like you think about Swagger, me, or the people we interview, the more fuel I give you to share your god-awful comments with others.
The cool thing about the people we cover in our People and Profilin’ sections is that they don’t care about what you think, they care about who they are and how they can express that self through their fashion. So get up on their level, believe that you are special too, and stop wasting your time thinking up mean things to say. Your time would be much better spent, well, learning how to spell. Just sayin’.