Ang Peregrino Recommends 17: Go Fug Yourself
Go Fug Yourself
URL: http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/ 
The word “Fug” comes from “fugly,” which is a contraction of “fantastically ugly”. Some basic etymology before we go on:
fug•ly (adj.)
frightfully ugly; of or pertaining to something beyond the boundaries of normal unattractiveness. Ex: “That ‘Kabbalists Do It Better’ trucker hat is fugly.”
fug (n.)
1. A state of extreme ugliness. Ex: “The level of fug at the Video Music Awards is always hard to stomach.”
2. A proper name for someone possessed of eternal heinousness, as Chloe Sevigny: “Oh look, there’s Fug, looking all miserable and dour in her black turtleneck and white frilly farm dress.”
fug•ging (v.)
The act of posting on one’s blog in order to identify something excruciatingly ugly. Ex: “Hey, I am fugging Li’l Kim again for wearing only a tiny piece of cloth.”
With that out of the way, I present to you “Go Fug Yourself”. It is a website by two ladies, Heather and Jessica, who lists marriage, glass hurling, making out, and losing one’s virginity at the prom as their “favorite sport”. Jessica–and I just have to mention this–lists one of her favorite foods as the sweet taste of being misunderstood.
And they could very well be misunderstood for being incessant fashion faux pas scrutinizers. Or for being anti-ugly Inquisitors. But I think there’s something profoundly philosophical about being anti-fugly. As they themselves explained, while being ugly is a condition above which people can rise, being fugly is a self-inflicted state–which is a great paradox in our modern culture of celebrities: the very people who are supposed to be COOL, who are paid to look good, and whose very job it is to be a cut above us “mere mortals”, has made careless, stupid but otherwise avoidable choices.
In a sense, they are the modern day CHILD in that Hans Christian Andersen fable The Emperor’s New Clothes. While everyone else is saying, “Look! The Emperor looks great in his robe!”, it is the child that points out the truth.
Go Fug Yourself points out the truth to us.
This is how they fugged Lindsay Lohan who they’ve noticed has been wearing leggings almost all the time this year:
LEGGGGGGGINGS! Nothing is more frustrating than seeing this girl SHOPPING and yet BUYING NO PANTS. In fact, if Lindsay Lohan LeggingWATCH2008 were on the local Los Angeles news, this is the part of the broadcast where we’d cut to some Man on the Street and he’d say something like, “Yeah. Those are some leggings. Why doesn’t she buy pants, man?” and then we’d cut back to the newscaster, who would shake her head ruefully and chuckle, and go, “Why, INDEED. And now, the weather.”
And of course, while a lot of people think Paris Hilton is uber cool, she can be fugly a lot of times. And we know that.
Sometimes I would dearly, dearly love to be a fly on the cavernous, chilly wall of Paris Hilton’s cranial attic — some might call it her “brain,” but I tend to think of it more of a “head-space.”
See, I love that Paris’s way of braving the chill and the rain in L.A. was to wear a tiny leather jacket, stretched-thin footless tights, a miniskirt, a halter top she bought the last time she felt it was a Chico’s kind of day, and a fedora to fend off approximately three percent of all the precipitation. And so it all makes me want to read her mind-leaflet, to better understand whether she checked herself out in the mirror and went, “Hott, I look like a sexy-awesome person who might suddenly give away a bunch of money to charities to make the world a better place, or might do body shots off your nape.” Because MY first thought when I saw it was to check if she’s currently starring in a mall production of Guys & Dolls: South Pacific.
And it works–the humor, the great writing, the celebrity pictures, the research, the whole concept of fugging celebrities.
They’ve made it to Time , the Wall Street Journal, PC Magazine and the Chicago Tribune among many others.
For making fugging a fun and truthful thing, AngPeregrino Recommends Go Fug Yourself this week.
