YOU NEED THE SHIT BEAT OUT OF YOU. I’d should have your husband eat me out on my period and have him buy me a new car on your wages. You dumb bitch. Watch your back!

Come on, this is grade school marketing stuff where the diet pill company takes before and after shots that are so obviously different. Where the person ‘before’ shot is fat and white and frowning in front of a gray background and in the ‘after’ shot the person is tan, and smiling, and in front of a palm tree or waterfall.

Come on. Sweetheart, you’re a hack. I hope you see this Giantis. Even though you don’t care, I still want you to know, that educated people are reading this tripe and we know, we know you are nothing more than a vicious, mean opportunistic hack hiding in the folds of MSN’s skirts.

By the way, where is your picture? Come on out with it, let us see you in a bikini, let us see you an unstaged shot where you are yawning or stumbling or pulling your underwear out of your butt. In fact, let us see any picture at all. Curiously enough, a google image search doesn’t yield any photo of this person, and if it is who I think it is, then she has got nooooooo business capping on other people’s looks.

I smell jealousy. You reek of opportunism. Your evil outpouring of spiteful filth has done nothing but set journalism back another 10 years, lowering the bar of acceptance to well below the surface of the muck you rake. Historically, you will be put on the same shelf as the muck-rakers of the early 1900′s, if you care, which I doubt you do. Even if you did, there is no way to undo the toxic spill of your words.

How easy it is to take advantage of other people. You are weak, you are lazy, you are mean, and you should be countered. I would love to see a zine started that tracks these wannabe writers, taking pot-shots at them and posting messy pictures of them the same way they go after other people. Maybe a taste of your own medicine will help calm you down? If not, at the very least it will be funny to see you mired down in the same sewer you help to create.

Best regards

Jack Brown

Bryan,Texas

The scalding metaphors are just the start. When you’re done drinking her spicy chai, you also get to peek into the dregs and read (with unnerving accuracy) the psychic state behind each fashion fatality.

She’s a pop-culture soothsayer disguised as a sartorial critic.

Her pen is cruel only if you happen to be a gentle, limelight-averse recluse. How many of those do you think show up in eyeball-snaring, boody-baring, thigh-sticking, glitter-littering costumes in public?

Not many, I think…..

However, Kat Giantis, is NOT a talented “writer” – she simply is one more journalistic aspirant who strings together ready-made phrase after hackneyed, ready-made phrase, but does little or no actual writing of her own… what she does is contrived arrangement, NOT original composition.

To take a page from her book – her “wit” is wholly reliant on ready aliteration, and her vast “vocabulary” limited to several, stale, polysyllabic staples… toothsome, sylphlike and amorous, anyone?… pulchritudinous, people?

Pretention present throughout her entire presentation? Unfortunately, so!… in fact, it’s utterly and unnecessarily ubiquitous among the offal that are her offerings.

Anyone can “write” like Kat Giantis.