Megan Fox. Damn she is making it so, so, so fucking hard to like her. One minute she's bitching like a baby about how she is oversexualized and tired of people talking about her sex and wishing they would take her seriously like they do Scarlett Johansson, the next she's...well...doing THIS. It's like (pardon my language for a moment), look bitch, you can't have it both ways. Either you're this smart, crafty, Nietzsche reading genius, or you're a dumb ass ho that doesn't have enough cojones or common sense to just say NO HO to shoving your fish taco down some creepy perv's lense. If you were truly smart, and truly annoyed with getting attention for your looks you wouldn't look like a centerfold that even Hustler would reject for being to ho-ish. Because straight up when I look at these outakes for the NY Times and I think one thing: Vagina. I also think "desperate", "moronic", "vacant", and "face-lift", but mostly the words "Put it in here! Right here!" come to mind. Bitch might as well have giant blinking arrows pointing to her clam and a goddamn advertisement for free HBO with an hour of purchase.
And in case you haven't noticed, this is me officially breaking up with Megan Fox and revoking her dark, bitchy and mouthy card. If you were a truly down biatch you'd just say "Yeah, I like being sexy, I like showing off my clam, and I don't like reading books unless they are pop-ups". I cannot stand double talkers who spend so much time swearing they aren't the way they are. For too long I let Foxy's familiar appearance deceive me. SHe isn't one of us. You know what she is? The dark Paris Hilton. Swap the blonde for brunette, the pink for black, and a chihuaha for an ugly ass Marilyn tattoo and they're basically the same effing person. In the words of Diddy, "WHY IS THERE A CROTCH IN MY FACE???"
Anyway, here's more of Megan's outtakes for New York Times magazine. Vagina: it's in there.