January 17, 2007--Supermodels
Call me an old fogie, guilty as charged, but for the life of me I don’t get Supermodels.
Why such a fetish about them? Why all the interest in their private lives? What are they known for and what do they actually do? Obviously, they have a certain kind of extraterrestrial look, they live life in the fast lane, and titillatingly and thankfully for the schaudenfreudian-minded get themselves into all sorts of delicious trouble. But all they do for a living is prance around in public in outrageous clothes, clothing no normal person could possibly think of wearing. So what’s the big deal?
Ultimately, what’s so special, really, about Kate Moss? Why then do we care about what kinds of recreational drugs she uses? And then there is Naomi Campbell who is constantly in the headlines for assaulting her various maids and assistants. Her weapon of choice? A cell phone. Shades of Russell Crowe.
In New York yesterday, Ms. Campbell pleaded guilty to opening the skull of her maid when she “accidentally” hit her with a hurled Blackberry. When asked by the judge if she threw that phone “recklessly,” she said, “Yeah.” And when he asked if she was pleading guilty of her “own free will,” she again said, “Yeah.” Doesn’t sound like that much of a confession to me.
She was fined $363.32 in hospital costs for the four staples required to close the gash. Cheap if you ask me--the last time I was in the emergency room at Lenox Hill it cost a lot more than that. And, according to the NY Times, she was sentenced to five days of community service. Maybe because she doesn’t want to be photographed in an orange jumpsuit sweeping the streets a là Boy George of Culture Club fame, her lawyer arranged for her to do this service indoors because, he said, she was concerned about her security. (Article linked below.)
He also said about his client, via a double-negative, that—“Even though she’s been called terrible things . . . that doesn’t mean she’s not a nice person.”
The fact that this story has been so extensively covered in the Gray Lady New York Times, and, I admit, the fact that I am taking the time to write about this (and maybe why even you have read this far and not by now hit the delete key) is convincing evidence that we have this unfathomable thing about Supermodels. It’s far from just a male thing since I suspect that they evince very little lust. And why women less than 5-10 who weigh more than 115 pounds would also find them so endlessly fascinating is also puzzling.
Enough of this. What after all will Naomi be doing for her community service? Tell, tell. Maybe she’ll be assigned to take 911 calls? They use land line and not cell phones.
Why such a fetish about them? Why all the interest in their private lives? What are they known for and what do they actually do? Obviously, they have a certain kind of extraterrestrial look, they live life in the fast lane, and titillatingly and thankfully for the schaudenfreudian-minded get themselves into all sorts of delicious trouble. But all they do for a living is prance around in public in outrageous clothes, clothing no normal person could possibly think of wearing. So what’s the big deal?
Ultimately, what’s so special, really, about Kate Moss? Why then do we care about what kinds of recreational drugs she uses? And then there is Naomi Campbell who is constantly in the headlines for assaulting her various maids and assistants. Her weapon of choice? A cell phone. Shades of Russell Crowe.
In New York yesterday, Ms. Campbell pleaded guilty to opening the skull of her maid when she “accidentally” hit her with a hurled Blackberry. When asked by the judge if she threw that phone “recklessly,” she said, “Yeah.” And when he asked if she was pleading guilty of her “own free will,” she again said, “Yeah.” Doesn’t sound like that much of a confession to me.
She was fined $363.32 in hospital costs for the four staples required to close the gash. Cheap if you ask me--the last time I was in the emergency room at Lenox Hill it cost a lot more than that. And, according to the NY Times, she was sentenced to five days of community service. Maybe because she doesn’t want to be photographed in an orange jumpsuit sweeping the streets a là Boy George of Culture Club fame, her lawyer arranged for her to do this service indoors because, he said, she was concerned about her security. (Article linked below.)
He also said about his client, via a double-negative, that—“Even though she’s been called terrible things . . . that doesn’t mean she’s not a nice person.”
The fact that this story has been so extensively covered in the Gray Lady New York Times, and, I admit, the fact that I am taking the time to write about this (and maybe why even you have read this far and not by now hit the delete key) is convincing evidence that we have this unfathomable thing about Supermodels. It’s far from just a male thing since I suspect that they evince very little lust. And why women less than 5-10 who weigh more than 115 pounds would also find them so endlessly fascinating is also puzzling.
Enough of this. What after all will Naomi be doing for her community service? Tell, tell. Maybe she’ll be assigned to take 911 calls? They use land line and not cell phones.
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