What possesses them?

[x_northstar]

2004-07-23 21:08:00

Current mood:

nauseated

What possesses them?
What? I can't understand it. What possesses a tasteful, knowledgable fashion house to /ruin/ a perfectly good runway show - dripping with some of the nicest men I've seen since I got back from Milan - with women?

Not /just/ women, though. No. These were not aesthetically pleasing creatures. These were women that make me revel in the safety of my homosexuality. Marionettes without strings. Withered, emaciated creatures wrapped in a few latex and spandex rubberbands and propped up on stilts. Women so thin that their femininity is only defined by the outline of the uterus and ovaries showing through their overtanned, drum-tight skin.

And they put them. In the middle. Of a men's fashion show.

Yes, the clothing was lovely, but none of the purchasers really got a good look because they were all too busy vomiting into their Prada shoulderbags. Thanks for killing the calories from that fantastic terrine of quail with fig jam that they really should have said no to, but the cleaning bill's going to be a bitch.

If it were once, I'd let it slide. But this is three times now. I need to lie down with a lavendar herb-pack before my eyeballs retreat too far back into my head. I'm traumatized. Really.