GRIFFÉS, they call it...
When one is "griffé" hence, one is unquestionably stamped with the latest fashion, dressed for success "au goût du jour" - for better and for worse until the trend DIES, that is!
Recently, on that execrable show again (the one called L'INDEX - hosted by the now-former belle of "Belle et Bum" - whatshername again?!?) they had a top ten of the most CLAWED artists this time...
CLAWED, yes, because that is what GRIFFÉS means - literally!
Of course, it is used here in the sense of an imprint placed upon this and that artist's style and clothing (sometimes hairstyle and more too - but let's just stick to clothes here, shall we, lest we start talking in terms of IMAGES LÉCHÈES and other far more sickening things than CLAWING someone -or someone's LOOK- now...! *LMAO*) - and it is a necessary evil in an extremely superficial world in which style prevails over substance 9 times out of 10...
In that top ten, it was clearly evidenced too, as the top ten most GRIFFÉS stars in QUAWBECK were, in whatever order you want: the slutty Caroline Néron, the no-less slutty Vèronic DiCaire, corny Corneille, dopey Wilfred, the less-than Respectables, the less-than-reputable Pierre Lapointe (shy guy, my eye! Try "snobbish bitch" instead, eh? *LMAO*) and all the usual suspects - would-be-divas Annie Villeneuve, ====================== and Céline Dion - duh. In brief; all the made-up, make-believe "stars" that a failed star-system wants to "push" and give a job to! All of them cooked-up and served in total accordance to a proven recipe! Warning: if you do not know any of those names (with the logical exception of Céline!) DO NOT GOOGLE THEM UP!
There - I'm pretty sure every single soul who read me so far has googled them all up now... grrrrrrrreat!
Well, at least, NOW you can tell what exactly I am talking about here: you saw the fake, totally bogus glitzy airs and know it is all quite simply full of HOT AIR and nothing else!
Now for the core of this post: the mockery of the term "griffé" - especially when it is used in the queer Quebecker confines!
Let's face it: the average abysmal quebecker is like something of a neo-caveman; he wants beer, sports on tv, speaks foul things reeking of sacrilege (an unique trait to this race; bravo... not) AND HAS ZERO FASHION SENSE! More important than that, he has not an iota of GOOD TASTE in his (pea)BRAINS!!!
How can such creatures even PRETEND to use that word and to have, among themselves, killer fashion trendsetters... HUH?!?
Nuff said!
Labels: Quash Quebec Time - again, Quebec specific post - again
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