Once in a while I get a glimpse of a fashion show.
The catwalk almost exclusively showcases emaciated, flat chested, androgynous looking creatures.
They walk funny, they wear the funkiest clothes and they never smile. They ooze as much personality as a broomstick and they are constantly pouting.
In spite of their high salaries, they are unhappy and always aspire to do something more “fulfilling”.
These dour looking souls are models (for whom?), and young women everywhere aspire to emulate them.
Why?
If I had my way, porn stars would replace these gloomy looking androids.
They are generally better endowed, they smile, they act, and they seem to enjoy their work.
They are also approachable, willing to sign autographs and available for private parties.
And men can relate to porn stars. They might even know them personally. This type of relationship would create bonds, and nothing sells more than bonds.
Since men often end up footing the bill for these extravagant outfits, this switch could be a forward looking business decision geared to entice more big spenders to attend fashion shows.
So what do you say mister designer?
Give us a break. Forget the bitchy and unhappy models and hire women we can relate to. A little sleaze never hurt business, au contraire.
The secret of happiness is to be happy in your work.
“Whoever does not love his work cannot hope that it will please others.”
Models, or former models could easily find work as bank tellers or custom agents and these occupations might be better suited to their quirky personalities.
Alain
PS: ex-models might also like the fact that they would not have to wear these ankle-breaking shoes dreamed up by demented misogynous “designers”.
