Kirsten Dunst not only suffers from babycorn teeth that she refuses to fix, saying they’re an essential part of her, she also has wicked body odor. Maybe she thinks that personal stink is part of her unique essense and shouldn’t be washed away with soap or warded off with antiperspirant.

[Kirsten Dunst] smells! “Kirsten’s friends have nicknamed her ‘Stinky,'” says an insider. “She always has the worst body odor!” But [stylist] Weiss says that’s an easy one to fix. “She should make sure to always wear tank tops so she can wash her underarms often when she’s out.”

[From Star Magazine, print edition, October 22, 2007]

Why does this not surprise me? She probably smells like stale pot smoke and patchouli too.

There’s an hilarious critique of Dunst’s style by a columnist for the Tufts University student paper. He says he used to see her appeal but that she annoys him now, and represents all the lame hipsters who dress scruffy and refuse to bathe despite having enough resources to clean up and look decent. Contrary to being lazy and unwilling to clean up, the author bets that she plans her outfits and doesn’t shower to achieve that perfect state of grungy hipster chic, and that’s stupid. He also hates Ray Bans, and I have to say I find them pretty hideous myself.

All right, so I hate them. Why? For the same reason everyone else besides hipsters hates hipsters: the condescending sense of posed entitlement and nonchalance.

First off, isn’t it a little ironic to be well off while simultaneously dressing like you’re some underground scenester from Allston? How can you wear $200 Sevens and have it represent anything remotely punk?

The calculation is what really offends me. Kirsten Dunst, along with – I’m just guessing – most of the hipster population at Tufts and in Boston, can afford to bathe at least once a week. Is there some appeal in looking dirty? Is that some unsanitary form of rebellion? It takes calculation for Ms. Dunst to leave her mansion in Hollywood looking like a hobo, albeit with a real Chanel bag instead of some (played) faux Balenciaga motorcycle bag.

Thank God hipster style is nothing but the most transient of trends. How long can obnoxiously uncomfortable skinny jeans last? Fashion pundits are already calling for the death of the Wayfarer (me too!). I’ll take anything that doesn’t force me to look at the campily ubiquitous shades. I swear they flatter no one.

That, for me, is the deal breaker. I cannot stand ubiquity. I realize it’s almost hipsterish to be the asshole constantly talking about how much hipsters suck but, really, I would hate any kind of uniform dress code that only leaves room for prescribed idiosyncrasy.

With the glut of hipster culture we are currently in, what with movies like “Marie Antoinette” and “The Darjeeling Limited” (2007), it looks like we’ll have to deal with a period of mass marketing before its inevitable death.

[From Tuftsdaily.com]

There’s nothing wrong with having your own style, but when it’s everyone else’s style of the moment and involves smelling bad too, there’s no excuse.

Here’s Kirsten Dunst in a grungy t-shirt, cut offs and Ray Bans out on 10/8/07 after lunch in West Hollywood. Thanks to Splash News.