Rich girls are, according to modern definition, everything that is wrong with the world. This is an unavoidably sexist claim but one that does not go without it's fair share of factual evidence. Switch on MTV and chances are you shall find your typical tribe of upper-class, bubble-headed nonces doing typically upper-class, bubble headed noncish things for your viewing entertainment. My Super Sweet 16 is a prime example of this - it clearly takes delight in how hateable these girls are, and by the end of one thirty minute programme it makes me so pent up with anger that I feel like becoming a Robin Hood of sorts, except I wouldn't be stealing their belongings and giving it to the poor, I'd be breaking into their LA mansions, shitting on their obnoxious twattish faces and spunking all over their best cutlery.

This obsession with stuffing our television full of people that we absolutely loathe to watch (yet continue to do so) doesn't end there. We have The Hills, Laguna Beach, The OC. A massive collection of wank made by wankers and starring wankers.

So then, aside from watching them all pollute what are supposedly my music channels day in and day out, what else do I hate about rich girls? Well, you see, it's all relatively harmless when they appear on my television. At the end of the day, I can always change channels or simply switch the television off. But when these girls invade my otherwise common and penniless life? That's when the shit really hits the fan. A house party I attended last weekend was sadly invaded by two girls who were so far up their own backsides that they had became detached from all reality, and thought themselves to be the life and soul of the aforementioned party. The fact that they hopelessly sat in the kitchen all night, making dreadfully unsubtle sarcastic remarks about anyone that crossed their paths only served to show how remarkably un-self-aware they actually were.

My frustration was only enhanced when one of my friends felt it appropriate to kiss one of the gruesome twosome, therefore confirming to both of them that they could get whatever they wanted. And what happened when her friend wanted to go home? She cried because she had spent all of her money on ridiculously overpriced alcohol for herself and it looked as though she was going to have to get the bus home.

Get used to public transport, fuckface, there are no chaffeurs in hell.

P.S. A hard-hitting and hilarious segment about the pitfalls of 'aspirational tv' was done by Charlie Brooker - if my rant resembles his views on the matter, this is only because what he said literally took the words right out of my mouth and he was 100% accurate.