Murder Suspect Amanda Knox Proves Difference Between "Hot" and "Fuckable"

Amanda Knox, a student from Seattle, Washington, is accused of murdering fellow student Meredith Kercher, of England, on November 1st 2007. Both were living together in Perugia, Italy, as part of a student-exchange program.

Initially it was thought that Kercher was killed by a burglar, due to the door to her room being found locked and the presence of a smashed window. It is now believed that the break-in was staged.

Investigators believe that Knox slashed Kercher's throat while Knox's boyfriend, Raffaele Sollecito, held her down and while another man, Rudy Guede, raped her. It is also believed that the events were the consequences of a sex game that went awry.

Knox claims that her and Sollecito were alone in Sollecito's apartment during the time of the murder. This contradicts Knox's earlier statements. Knox's defense team claims that her memory was clouded because she had been smoking hashish that night.

Since the murder, Amanda Knox has received much publicity due to news media investigations into her Myspace page and videos she posted on Youtube. Blame has been focused on Knox's "party-girl" image as signs of instability, resulting in a backlash of scrutiny from online bloggers. Reports on the case typically mention Knox's "angel-faced" good looks, and some have dubbed her "Foxy Knoxy." Knox is now a well-known celebrity in Italy and has continued to post videos while in jail.

The issue here isn't that there was some kind of fucked up sex/rape game that resulted in a murder in Italy; that kind of shit has been happening since Rome was first founded by inbred gorillas. The real issue is that Amanda Knox isn't really all that fucking hot.

Granted, the girl is relatively thin and therefore fits into America's media-strangled version of beauty, but just look at her. To call her "hot" is an major fucking overstatement. Knox is on the average-above/average border at best.

Don't get me wrong here: given the chance, I would wreck that chick every-which-way. Her grandchildren would be feeling it. Add in there that she's apparently into some twisted/kinky shit and smoking hash and you've got a home fucking run. Plus, there's a good number of videos out there showing her staggering around drunk and pretty much ready to spread her bony little legs at the drop of a dime. But really, "Foxy Knoxy?" Fuck that, she ain't "Bag-over-the-face Knoxy," but she's certainly not much above "I'd-hit-that Knoxy."

This all just goes to prove that there's a huge fucking gap between "fuckable" and "hot." A girl does not need to be hot to be fuckable. This is what the entire concept of College drinking parties is based on. A mix of desperation and alcohol in just about any chick puts her deep into the "fuckable" category, while nowhere fucking near the "hot" category.

Media outlets, most run and operated on a male-centric view of the world, love Knox because she's fuckable. They have sperm, she has a vagina... oh shit?! I think those two might go together like... well like sperm and vaginas. She has that right combination of non-hideousness and get-ability so that you want to fuck her on the pool table between games of beer pong while watching the end of "Videodrome" in the background, but little else.

This is the same fucking reason why we now count on homosexuals (or as I prefer, but am tragically prohibited from saying anymore: "poofs") to pick out our goddamn models, because they are not swayed by how fuckable a girl is when determining her beauty. To them its all "she has nothing that could enlarge my rectum, but she's got the face and ass of a ten year old boy and thus... HOT." ...Now that I think about it, that doesn't make a goddamn bit of sense.

So to Amanda Knox, don't let any of this go to that unused-sponge you call a brain. Men fuck anything. They will fuck each other when there isn't a suitable pussy around (see entries on: the Navy). You are average. That means good enough to fuck, but not necessarily good enough to jack-off to. In those terms, a sperm-stained poster of Farah Fawcett will win out to you every fucking time. And that's really what fucking matters.