By Arré Bench Nov. 25, 2017
Welcome to Comment of the Week, where we psychoanalyse one lucky commenter and try to understand what makes them tick. Brought to you by Arré’s resident psychoanalyst and therapist, Sigmund Fried.
ast week, the lovely Ed Sheeran performed in Mumbai. We, at Arré, really like the guy. So much, in fact, that we dedicated an entire piece to how uncomfortable he looked in all the pictures he appeared in with Bollywood celebrities, who were clearly — embarrassingly — star-struck in his presence. Of the comments we received, our pick is this eloquent burn from Bhargav Shingre.
Bhargav, you cheeky devil, you. Hitting us right where it hurts! If there’s one thing we get a tad touchy about, it’s being called out for our pseudo-intellectual snobbery. Of course we wouldn’t ask dear Eddie to fuck off if he graced us with his carrot-y presence! Let’s face it… we are peasants just like the folks we mock. We are known to shriek at the sight of an international pop star and have frequently posted pictures of ourselves with celebrities of every shape and size. Just look at us fawning all over them.
If Ed Sheeran did actually visit our office, he would likely be rendered temporarily deaf with a shrill “OMGGGGGEEEEEEEEE” and permanently embarrassed with a handsy fan-girl game that would beat Farah Khan’s.
So if Ed Sheeran did actually visit our office, he would likely be rendered temporarily deaf with a shrill “OMGGGGGEEEEEEEEE” and permanently embarrassed with a handsy fan-girl game that would beat Farah Khan’s. The snooty creatives might be found by the water-cooler, indifferently remarking, “Abbe yeh Chukyagiri ka guest-star budget kuch zyada hi nahi badh gaya iss season?” But the only people spectacularly unconcerned about Sheeran would be our colleagues in the housekeeping department. They’re not big Sheeran fans. Bieber is more their jam.
But all said and done, Bhargav, thanks for calling us out. We can certainly appreciate a good troll. And so what if Ed Sheeran’s already left? You’re welcome to stop by anytime. We promise to not tell you to fuck off.