As a concept, Go Fug Yourself is completely catty and banal way of making money: harping on celebrities for the terrible outfits they put together.  But they don’t doodle on anyone’s face and say “har har, that dress makes you look fat, ya dumb whore.”  Instead, they provide me with the biggest laughs from any blog.  Those two girls are sharp and witty without being pretentious or mean.  And I have been giggling here for a while about a Marie Claire cover featuring Beyonce with slightly raised eyebrows that most people would probably look right over, but the Fug Girls interpret it otherwise:

Her face looks like she’s ten seconds away from stalking up to a dude in a bar and blabbering, “Hey baby, I think you’re really cute, and I think we should go back to your place and I’ll make you my mother’s special omelet recipe tomorrow morning and then we can go to the park and pet some dogs but I’m allergic to dogs so we can’t go out and buy a dog together which is FINE because we SHOULDN’T do that anyway until you’ve met my mother BUT SHE’S GOING TO LOVE YOU, AND THIS BAR DOESN’T SELL ESPRESSO AND OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO NEED ONE SO IF YOU DON’T HAVE AN ESPRESSO MACHINE THEN WE’LL HAVE TO REGISTER FOR ONE WHEN WE GET MARRIED, AND I DON’T BELIEVE IN GETTING HITCHED DURING FOOTBALL SEASON BUT APRIL WOULD  BE A GREAT TIME SO LET’S CHECK OUR CALENDARS TONIGHT AND PICK A DATE AND WE’RE ALSO THROWING OUT ALL YOUR SHIRTS BECAUSE THEY’RE UGLY AND NO MORE NINTENDO AND COULD YOU PLEASE JUST ORDER ME A GODDAMN DIET COKE OR A CAPPUCCINO OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I WANT TO BE REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY AWAKE TONIGHT WHEN WE CONSUMMATE OUR ENGAGEMENT!!!!!”

Class.