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Betch of the Week: Kate Middleton

30 Apr

This week’s Betch of the Week should come as no surprise. Yes betches, we were awake at 5am the other night for the one #2 newsworthy broadcast of the decade, and ever since our first glimpse of Kate Middleton in the most unreal wedding dress EVER, we’ve been obsessed.

We know we throw this term around a lot, but Kate Middleton is THE ultimate betch. Once a “commoner,” Kate went off to college like any other girl and somehow, being the luckiest person in the entire world, found herself the ultimate bro boyfriend. Now it’s just a matter of years until she’s the Queen of fucking England.

It must have been hard for William to explain this photo to the Queen.

How did she catch Prince Wills? By dressing like a slut in a fashion show, and probably having some great fucking game.

Cut back to 2007. “Waity Katie” managed to completely circumvent getting a job and avoid all the pains of post-grad betchdom in the way only the finest members of the #17 Lucky Sperm Club can. Minor issue… a Kate and Wills breakup! But Kate played the #16 post breakup betch like a fucking champ, spending her days shopping for shoes and dresses and shit, so the tabloids could comment on how hot she looked when she went out #20 clubbing with other famous bros who just “happened” to be friends with Will! She let the paparazzi snap a few pics of her out partying and loving life, which obvs pissed Will off (jealous prince!), because we all know how the fairy tale ends. She fucking #32 won.

Now Kate gets to live in a palace and generally just chill for the rest of her life as a professional fashion icon. No matter what she does or wears or says, the media buys that shit like it’s the fucking gospel. Designers literally beg her to wear their clothes! They made her into a Barbie! They’ve even named a hairstyle after her, called “The Kate.” Do they really not expect anyone to notice that we’ve all worn this so-called “style” before?

Look at that jealous betch in the corner.


Oh em geeeeee how do they get her hair to look like that!? It’s called a blow dryer and hot rollers, assholes.

We’re also jealous of Kate because no one will stop talking about how fucking #5 skinny she is. We get it, we’ve all been watching E!, but they’re not even accusing her of having an eating disorder when they mention her 23-inch waist! No American celebrity could dream of such positive press attention, but lucky for Kate, the Brits know how to shut the fuck up and respect royalty. Still, show me a picture of Kate and I’ll suddenly remember why I haven’t eaten in twelve hours.

Also, that engagement ring.

So thank you, Kate Middleton. Aside from being an inspiration to betches all around the world for your beauty and poise, you also gave us an excuse to hang out in #10 Candyland until 7am on a Thursday night.

17. The Lucky Sperm Club

2 Mar

Although betches are generally obsessed with themselves, it gets tiring to constantly think only about oneself. We sometimes have to take a break and focus on others, and since a betch never thinks about anyone less cool than her, fortunately we have numerous celebrities whom we love and admire. But there are no celebrities that we find more intriguing than the members of the Lucky Sperm Club. Think Paris Hilton, the Kardashians, the entire Royal Family.

Betches love anyone from the Lucky Sperm Club. No amount of hard work will get you into the LSC. Being a member of the LSC requires being born into a family where someone else (perhaps generations ago) had legitimate talent, and even though you’re only questionably competent, you have the chance to automatically be well-liked, famous, and rich.

Not all members of the LSC are created equal. Some have more talent than others (Drew Barrymore, Gwyneth Paltrow, Charlie Sheen, the Smith children) and we often forget that they were even the spawn of legends. Or sometimes we just don’t care how talented you are, and the less obvious the reason for your fame, the more interested we are in finding out everything about you. We’re talking about Paris Hilton, everyone from The Hills, the Kardashians, Ivanka Trump, Rumer Willis, Suri Cruise (you’re three years old and already a fashion icon?) and our personal favorite, the Royal Family.

Why so much respect for the Royal Family? It’s because they’re somehow able to personify class, even as they’ve continued to milk their family’s money and status for centuries. This is the true essence of what it means to be in the LSC. But royalty is the shit because they also manage to keep relatively private, unlike the multitude of fame whores who comprise this group. They’ve mastered the art of hard to get, which is the key to every betch’s heart. As much as Prince Harry is the black sheep media whore in the fam, you’d never see a royal in even the classiest Chanel ad. Unlike Kim Kardashian who gets paid by the amount of perfume bottles she sells, the Royal Family gets paid by every citizen in the United Kingdom just to be who they are. Imagine having an entire nation taxed so you can have a ski home in Switzerland! They’re also the only ones besides Madonna who can get away with no one knowing what their last name is.

We love tons of celebrities, but there’s a special place in our hearts for the LSC. They’re sooo entertaining, and there’s nothing more exciting than finding out one of them got a DUI or has a sex tape. It’s important to note that all of these celebrities will claim to have earned their success based on their talent and hard work, because starring in a reality show where cameras follow you to Anguilla is just like working 22 hours a day at an investment bank.

What we do admire is their unwarranted sense of self-love because as betches, it’s an emotion we can totally connect with. As LSC President Paris Hilton once said, “I get half a million just to show up at parties. My life is like, really, really fun.” This is what betches aspire to, and regardless of their attitudes toward it, we still admire their lifestyle, if only because it involves partying, being skinny, and getting to design their own clothes.

Countdown to Oscar Sunday

24 Feb

As all you betches are aware, the Betch Super Bowl is approaching in FOUR days!!!!! WILD!! Oscar Sunday gives betches a legitimate excuse to gather in groups and sit on our couches, drink wine, and of course, #1 talk shit about celebrities’ fashion fuck-ups a la Joan Rivers. If we see even ONE kitten heel… that bitch is getting betch slapped.

Even though the red carpet pre-show is really the main event for betches, we consider ourselves pretty serious movie fans and loooooove to predict the Oscars! Here’s a rundown of our picks this year, at least for the awards we care about… because who the fuck cares about foreign films and fucking sound editing?

Best Picture: The Social Network. Thank God for Facebook. What would betches do without it? Even though Mark Zuckerberg is totally unfuckable, a billion dollars can make anyone pretty hot. And who doesn’t love that crazy Asian betch who lit the hot guy’s apartment on fire? The normal reaction to your boyfriend’s incorrect relationship status would obviously be arson. What a #7 BSCB, love her.

Best Actor: Colin Firth. We don’t know, someone told us to pick him. Honestly, we fell asleep during this movie but absolutely LOVE royalty. Seriously. We’d watch a movie about Kate Middleton’s troubles flossing her teeth if it were in theaters.

Best Actress: Natalie Portman. We thought she was great in Black Swan, but that betch was fucking hysterical in No Strings Attached. Then again, I could’ve just been really high.

Best Supporting Actress: Amy Adams. Just respect the betch for putting on twenty pounds.

Best Supporting Actor: Christian Bale. We appreciate his struggle with drug addiction and we loved getting to see what boxing looks like. It’s like skiing for poor people!

For all our Twitter followers, we’ll be betch-slapping celebrities who commit fashion felonies in real-time on Sunday, so follow us @betchesluvthis!

8. Not Having Sex With Bros (sometimes)

22 Feb

It’s 2am and you’re hanging outside the bar thinking of ways to distract yourself from eating while on your #5 diet, even though the pizza place is across the street and you’re just below blackout. Then you see him standing across the street: the self-proclaimed “bro.”

The bro’s goal for the night is to fuck the hottest betch around, who, let’s face it, is you (thanks for the heads up Bros Like This Site!!). He motions for you to come over. As a true betch you’re not going for that shit, and you scream that if he wants to talk to you he can cross the fucking street.

He obviously does.

The two of you start talking when he mentions that he has weed. OMG, yes, I love blunts!!! The thought entices you enough to go back to his place, smoke and watch Knocked Up. Ahhh Paul Rudd!!! Love him too!! In addition, this is a great way to avoid #5 eating, at least for an hour. In your drunken state, it’s the perfect activity.

You go back, smoke a little weed, and this bro obviously starts to make out with you. You’re almost drunk/high enough and are considering having sex with him. At least it’ll be a workout!

Then you snap out of it and realize who you are. You’re a betch, and it will take more than a blunt and a ride in his BMW to conquer this shit. As a betch you realize that while bros rule the world (yeah, betches are secure enough in their awesomeness to admit it, who do you think you’re marrying anyway?), betches have the power to not have sex with them. Even their daddy’s money can’t get you to put out. As he tries to put his hand down your pants you yawn and say that you’ve got a super early group meeting and you’re so sorry and thanks for the blunt and you have to go. As if I’d ever go to any group meeting before noon. Bye.

See, the difference between your average slut and a betch is that a betch doesn’t just use her hotness to get laid, she uses it to manipulate the bros who think they’re in charge. Hellloooo just look at history! Anne Boleyn got her betchy ass to be Queen of England simply by not putting out to the ultimate asshole bro, Henry VIII.

This is not to say betches don’t love having sex, but unlike bros, our vaginas aren’t attached to our brains. Except sometimes if you had too many shots, and were so drunk that you actually had that beer to put you over, you might end up fucking him anyway… in that case it’s always fun to do a prank call with your betches a few weeks later telling him you’re knocked up and are gonna need about 18 years of child support.

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