Full Frontal Fashion

So I got bored today and there was nothing on tv. I flip over to this show, Full Frontal Fashion, because I'm a shallow girl who likes her some fashion. I used to always watch fashion shows when I was a teen. I even thought of becoming a designer one day. This, of course, was back in the day of the supermodel. When the models had actual personalities. Or tantrums, whatever. It's much preferable to what I saw today.

Dead-eyed mannequins with sunken cheeks, clomping by like graceless ponies or puppets on string. Is heroin chic back? And when did 12 year olds start with the heavy stuff? I saw more bone than muscle tone. I could play the xylophone on their ribs. Where models always this young? That one looks ten. It reminds me of an Ab Fab quote, I'm paraphrasing: "Soon they'll be chucking fetuses down the runway."

That one looks like she has a rope tied around her waist and it's dragging her down the walk. That other one looks like she's concentrating really hard on her walk. Did I see a glimmer of personality there? Nope, false hope. That one walks like a wind-up doll. I'm looking for the key. Dear, god! That one has the longest torso ever! EVER! It's like giraffe neck long. She looks stretched. But her poor legs. They look shrunken and a bit stubby. Wow.. It's a bit freakish looking. How did they let her in? GAH! Breasts! I just saw breasts! Who let her in? She has an actual body!

Oh, the clothes? They're ok.

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Update on the curly hair project. I think I might've found the holy grail in curly hair care here. I tried out the no shampoo, only wash with water and conditioner thing. I don't feel all greasy. My hair looks amazing! No frizz! And I'm very, very frizz prone. I'm going to keep going with it.