Axl Rose is a Fat Son of a Bitch

This made me laugh:

This is a problem first realized by Barbara Streisand in 2003, so much so that it became known as ‘The Streisand Effect‘.  After the singer attempted to suppress and remove aerial images of her Malibu home, views of the photograph exploded.  More importantly, interest in the photograph went from virtually zero to a viral surge in traffic.  “It is an example of psychological reactance, wherein once people are aware something is being kept from them, their motivation to access the information is increased,” the Wikipedia entry for ‘Streisand Effect’ describes.

Now, 13 years later, Axl Rose is falling into the same trap.  But this time, there’s an internet population about 10 times the size, with ubiquitous, high-speed access and massive social media.  And instead of zero interest, the extremely unflattering picture of Rose has exploded into a very unflattering meme.

The photo, from a 2010 show in Winnipeg, Canada, shows an overweight Rose belting out a song in a picture anyone would prefer to erase (the photo is the second one down, here.)  Over at Meme Generator, the photo has become the basis for the ‘Axl Rose Fat‘ meme.

I'm at the point where I just don't care anymore, and neither should Axl Rose. The Internet is what it is. You can't stop anything anymore so have fun with it, ya fat bastard.

We're all fat.

The whole world is fat.

We're one stack of pancakes away from oblivion. We're all just one cookie away from debauchery and madness. We're one pint of ice cream shy of being a tub of goo making a grunting noise on a toilet that was never designed to accommodate the horrible loads it has to process day in and day out. We're a pair of pants away from defeat. We're one sammich shy of a howling sound coming from the next room.

We're not living off nuts and stolen berries and running thirty miles a day. We're a comfortable, rarely happy people and we eat too much meat and we don't know what a potato is anymore. The only thing we ever really know is that we're terrified that someone will discover a tenth of the secrets we keep from ourselves. All of humanity is a deviant, self-flagellating mass of cells and water that is one mishap from becoming a bloated, gaseous corpse. We're shuffling, confused, undersexed bags of flopping, bubbling fat and we're all going to die soon, so relax.