Too Skinny for the Runway?

While reading my daily RSS feeds, I was pleasantly surprised to stumble upon this little article - "Skinny Models Banned From Top Fashion Show." At first I thought "oops, this must be from "The Onion," because clearly, it would seem highly unlikely that the waifs that have donned our runways would be criticized by the very industry that created them.

But, I was wrong. This is actually a real story.

Apparently, the organizers of Madrid's Fashion week, The Fashion Designers of Spain and the Madrid regional government have decided to use the BMI Index to calculate each of the model's mass index. Any model with a BMI of under 18 was considered too underweight to take part in the shows. Ironically enough, this BMI (which is still very low) precluded Spain's top model, Esther Canadas from participating in Fashion Week.

I applaud this decision. Now, don't get me wrong - staying in shape and taking care of oneself is very important to me (increasingly so as I get older - gulp). I am not one of these women who will hate another woman simply because she is too beautiful (like any other natural born attribute, good for them). I appreciate beauty in other women, and I sincerely admire the looks of these drop-dead gorgeous runway models, including the aforementioned Canadas. BUT, I sincerely believe that many of these Super Models would be even more lethally stunning with just a few more pounds on their undernourished frames.

Of course, not being male, I am not an expert in what is considered the "ideal" female physique. I am also not naive enough to believe that beauty has a uniform definition (what is beautiful to one, may not be to another) and that this ideal encompasses so much more than just the outer packaging. But, I do wonder what the American male thinks about this article - care to chime in? The definition of beauty has vacillated over time, and will continue to do so. Are we on the cusp of another change?


Growing up Creepie

You guys gotta check this out tonight - "Growing up Creepie" a new cartoon on the Discovery Channel - just take a peak before heading out to the usual Saturday night of drinking debauchery. Someone very near and dear to me has been busting his a$$ on this, so of course, I must make this shamless plug.

Watch it, watch it, watch it ;)




What a day, what a day, what a day.

I have literally been on the phone non-stop. All day long. Conference call to conference call. Phone call to phone call. And in between, taking short gasps of air and small bites of food to sustain my manic pace.

And what do I have to show for it?

A pooped out cordless phone and cell phone, nesting comfortably in their charging-stations.

I do so wish I had one of those. Something that I could simply "plug" myself into for a little extra energy boost. Some would tell me to simply drink a Red Bull, have a cup of coffee or simply down a nice swig o' tequila. I honestly wish these panaceas would work, but they always end up making me feel more tired, or completely spastic and unable to focus on a simple coherent thought. Clearly, neither option is conducive to getting any good work done.

So for now, I have had a long night of work to make up for the all day chatting. Granted all my chatting was work-related and each call was in furtherance of some good long-term projects. However, short-term projects always suffer as a result of such talking. Which is why I find myself still hard at work, struggling to put together a very bland, poorly composed blog entry. Believe me, I'd like to do better - honest - but I still have more work to do, bags to pack, dogs to take out before I collapse into an over talked heap on my bed.

Clearly, I am being over-dramatic. I've worked late before and am no stranger to long hours. But isn't there a cosmic injustice in having to work late the weekend after my 31st birthday? Maybe the fact that my weekend was spent laughing, eating good food, imbibing, slothing and generally having a delicious birthday weekend only makes this day more horrid . . .

Humor me dear reader. It was my birthday after all ;)