Doesn't everyone like looking at the pretty boys & girls in all their pretty clothes ?
Well, I do. Am *loving* this show, critiquing walks from my Superior Seat on the Lounge, equipped with my Bachelor of Advanced Appraising, my Advanced Diploma of Fashion Magazine Flicking, and my unique honed eye that comes from years and years of being a girlfriend, girlfriend.
He's lumpy; did you see that walk ? He emotes like a fridge; sexy doesn't mean being a whore, darling; he's up himself; I like her, she's got it goin' ohn; I wish she'd eat a steak already.
The only thing is one of them reminds me of a girl I used to walk to school with.
She read my diary when I was cleaning up after a slumber party and then used what she read to try and get a guy at school to 'go' with me. She signed a deal with him that if he did, he could have total use of her Donkey Kong for 2 weeks.
I still hate her.
We were only really 'friends' because she lived up the road.
Another girl looks like this Exchange Student we had come live with us from Seattle once. She had a hairy back ( she had hair everywhere, man ) and got caught sucking face with the boy-next-door down at the local shop/teen hang-out.
While she lived with us, she took over my room and I had to bunk in with my little sister. She thought she was cool because she thought she was the only person in the world who had heard of "They Might Be Giants". Um, ok.
While she lived with us, Dad used to give her money. He never gave us money.
She rearranged my room and took down my posters.
So i'm not keen on that model either.
Ahh - It's not Project Runway, but it's nice someone is thinking of me to pop this on the tele.
And I get to have weird little hometown flashbacks to boot.
( image courtesy of Ch 7 website )