Diets fucking suck. There’s no ancient Buddhist wisdom in that. But what’s worse than diets themselves are the so-called “fads” that litter the cover of the drugstore Cosmo magazine you just bought for $13.29. They usually feature some formally sad, depressed, and yes, overweight woman who miraculously found Jesus (read: Jesus = self-restraint) and cut, counted, and crave-killed her way into Regina George’s 1-3-5 club. Here are the diets that helped her get there:
Beyoncé Diet: You watch “Formation” for 24 hours straight without blinking.
Results: Confidence of a newly released prison inmate.
Potential Negative Side Effect: Punching your boyfriend and/or male-friend in the face at any given moment because you know you’re a goddess and he’ll still worship you anyway.
Kim Kardashian Diet: You film yourself having sex every day for 30 days.
Results: A newfound appreciation for nuns.
Potential Negative Side Effect: Broken vagina.
Adele Diet: You cry 24 hours a day for seven days while screaming the name of your ex in a public place.
Results: Lack of feelings/emotions towards love (aka what all the cool kids are doing).
Potential Negative Side Effect: Lockup in the psych ward in a straight jacket.
Taylor Swift: Write songs or haikus about your broken love life and/or life in general.
Results: You get a #squad.
Potential Negative Side Effect: That #squad only hangs out with you because they’re less popular than you are. And you’re still a cat lady.
Miley Cyrus: You smoke a kilo of weed a day.
Results: You get him to put a ring on it.
Potential Negative Side Effect: He took the ring away before, and there’s a 94.6% chance he’ll take it away again because of your newfound obsession with tongues.
Blac Chyna: You give 26 blow jobs a day to someone who’s wayyy less attractive than you are.
Results: You get knocked up by someone with a billion dollar inheritance.
Potential Negative Side Effect: You’re still Blac Chyna.
TSM: You eat super foods by day, drink vodka by night, and down triple-cheese quesadillas by late night.
Results: Who cares?
Potential Negative Side Effect: You’re still awesome and live the fucking life..