Simile Giveaway: Hot Chicks Edition

In an effort to improve the quality of contemporary verse, The New Enthusiast periodically injects a dose of quality figurative language into the blogosphere. Our previous edition gave hope to many poets struggling to register some small acreage of the vast wilds within. This edition turns its male gaze to the motif of the hot chick, and, from there, the sublime. Sit squarely in your seat, reader, and brace yourself for a torrent of textual pleasure and possibility.

Like a hot chick in a comic book store

Like a hot chick atop Mount Fuji

Like a hot chick with a fever

Like a hot chick paying attention to what you say, and you’re ugly

Like a hot chick parallel parking with expert precision

Like a hot chick with Ebola

Like a hot chick with a lot on her mind

Like a hot chick who’s so cool you can’t call her a hot chick anymore

Like a hot chick who uses the word “like” a lot

Like a hot chick whom you’re related to by marriage

Like a hot chick observing chicks hatching inside an incubator

Like a hot chick “liking” something unlikeable on Facebook

Like a hot chick with an active Myspace account

Like you resting in indecent contemplation of a hot chick