I am heartily sick of people bagging on skinny models.
Alexandra Owen courtesy of Norrie of The A ListWe don't tell nuclear scientists to be dumber, we don't tell Richie McCaw to be slower on a rugby field so why on earth are we telling models they have to be fatter?
There is nothing unhealthy about what models do. They stick clothes on, have their faces painted and walk down a runway. It looks easy, but I am sure it is not. They suffer from being stared at, glared at, laughed over, cellphones going and the worst thing of all. At the end of the day they cannot sit down like the rest of us and have a big juicy piece of meat on their table. Heaven forbid, no bread or cheese. The poor bastards can't even look at a gelato, let alone a lovely chocolate souffle. They choose to do this because it is their job. They suffer the same pains most of us do at work.
Yet political correctness has come out so gung-ho not just accepting but now in favour of the obese and their rights that skinny women are now pariahs in society for simply being who they are.
Why do models have to be thin? Well that's an easy answer. We don't want to watch fat people. Fat people in clothes just don't make the clothes look the same. And I am talking fat people here as those with visible cellulite that detracts from the visual performance of the garments they are wearing. Instead of glaring at the latest designer threads without visual interruption, we would have to otherwise glare at muffin rolls and unsightly fat. And there is a fine line as any woman knows in looking good in next to nothing, and having to wear clothes for modesty.
No woman wakes up wanting to be fatter. Why are we asking that models put on weight?
Over the years we have had the nonsense PC brigade in the fashion industry talk of plus models, accepting "larger" girls (that's anyone shortish and over a size 10 - taller women skew the size debate) into their fashion line-ups. But then for example we have in New Zealand one of these designers lose over the years a large amount of weight herself. To the point now where she looks younger and better than she used to. So much for "fat is cool". Today we had this
blogger make a ridiculous claim that "I know women who say they are at their most confident and sexy at a size 16 or 18 or even 26". Come on! Only if they were previously an 18,20 or a 28. Being at the upper spectrum of these sizes is just bloody unhealthy. This is from a woman who is blogging us to tedium not about gaining weight, but "losing it".
Carpenter's Daughter folks is a fashion label for women who have given up wearing anything else so decide to go for the default option - material that doubles as a tent.
All it comes down to is other people's (mainly women) insecurity about these leggy gazelles. Even at the humble NZ Fashion Week there are women there with amazing bodies that put most of us to shame. If that actually bothers you to be shamed. An entire Kathryn Wilson show was dedicated to shoes and all the models came out with full legs on show in black jumpsuits. Instead of admiring the effort these girls have put in to look and stay this thin and beautiful that you are looking at the coloured shoes than any cellulite, wrapped up in PC nonsense the envy and jealousy of "other women" comes into play and they seek to criticise models for being too thin.
A facebook friend of mine commented that Samantha Hayes looked too thin. Not a watcher of much NZ TV I had no idea who Samantha is so I googled her. She's ridiculously hot, even in the bad shots. I corrected FB friend on such a dissection of the poor woman's being and said "no, Samantha Hayes looks really hot and your are pissed off your boyfriend is staring at her". I haven't been defriended yet for that honesty, but I can feel it is coming.
The rest of New Zealand hates Fashion Week. It comes down to it being a week for hot and "cool" people to enjoy. Farmers have the Fieldays, rugby fans will have the Rugby World Cup after the 7's in Wellington, yachties had the Americas Cup, Star wars fans have their own meetings, motor fans have Top Gear, tech geeks have fairs and conventions, political junkies have Parliament and elections. Fashion week is for a different sort of person again, those who are hot and "cool" or a combination of both into fashion.
In New Zealand it is a crime to be rich or hot or too "cool". Be hot and rich as well as "cool" and you might as well just give up ever being liked by Joe from Taihape. But hot people especially I have found have their own honour code. They hang out in little support group clusters. If you are lucky enough you may get invited in temporarily, if you buy them drinks. They need financial support often as many suffer from discrimination in New Zealand such that they cannot earn a decent living. When you talk to them you will find they have the same problems as everyone else, are as shallow or deep as everyone else. Many of the women find it hard to meet men as men are afraid to ask them out and if they do cannot handle the fact they have to dine off the salad menu. Most are genuinely decent people who don't give a second thought to bothering others, especially those who are bagging them for being "too thin" or "too cool". They find it hard to make friends outside their own, given that New Zealanders have already written them off for being "hot" or "cool".
While "other women" curl their lips and say "oh she's got good genetics" to write off the..oh only 15 or so years this woman hasn't ever consumed more calories than she's expended (the basic simple theory widely accepted for anyone getting and staying thin), observing these women in their natural habitat will show critics the sort of discipline they have to endure, self-confidence they have to have to overcome self-esteem issues to dress in nearly nothing to walk in front of a couple of hundred people judging her as she displays clothes for a designer. Because it is her job and if she isn't going to do it anymore we are going to get fat chicks butcher otherwise decent clothing brands all in the name of political correctness.
So I say, leave the skinny women alone.