Tuesday, 9 February 2010

"Why illness is sexy"... Or "Will the real Slimane please stand up"

Those that know me could tell you i like my models a paler shade of yellow, with long gangly limbs. Tattoos wouldn't go a miss.

And now, to make a tedious link, comes the idea of a male body image. Us gays know what looks better. Apparently. And It's either orange and muscular or painfully thin. None of this Plus-Size lark. Why hasn't rebellion come about by now against these unhuman figures that force this fictional, dreamlike images into reality? Is this how one should look?

Whilst women force their silhouettes down to sizes 8, 6 and 4, where are the men? What are they doing? Whareas the focus is on 'skinny' for women, men must be the Adonis. A dangerous path which a few stops at obsession.

But until social changes come about, i think i'm quite content. Because, at the very end of the long day, once your hangover has dried up, men simply can't be fat. They are commodities which are REQUIRED to be a certain way because of their line of work.
An actor who can't act.

This is a woman's world.
And sex sells.
No matter if the Slimane Slims or the Macho Models prevail within that bloody 'fashion' world, there is definitely something very queer afoot.

"I dare say you haven't had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” -Queen

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