
But since the National Enquirer published racy nude photos of her online and her people today confirmed that she is the ho bag in them, her teen marketability has been shot down. The only metaphor that comes to mind about it immediately is that scene in Ghost busters where the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man gets shot down and his relentless sickly sweet smile turns to a look of horror as his fluffy guts are burnt open and spilled everywhere. Vanessa Hudgens is probably pretty aware of how that Stay Puft Marshmallow Man felt at the moment of impact right about now.
The other images that come to mind about this are anchored in how weird it must be for her to turn up to work now with all the synthetic bitches she works with staring smugly at her safe in the knowledge that their nude photos are under lock and key and therefore their marketability stays intact and also the image that dominates my mind is Hudgens in in the future, like say three years from now, in an alley rocking back and forth trying to smile as she repeats the words to "You Are the Music In Me" while petting a squealing stray alley cat and blankly staring straight ahead [source]
The image was actually up on Dlisted.com but it's not there anymore due to "copyright infringement". Certainly not horror infringement.
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