I Watch It For The Clothes
Tuesday, December 04, 2007 Filed in: Media
The Victoria's Secret's annual Fashion Show is back
on television. It's mostly a display of scantilly
clad models. I watch it for the clothes.
After all, who can handle 60 minutes of luscious, leggy, models bouncing down a catwalk and not be influenced by what they're wearing? Or, what they're not wearing?
Ahh, the clothing. Ahh, the talent. It's burlesque, 21st century style, and what timing. It's the holiday season, and what better way to view angels than from the comfort of your own home on a 42-inch wide screen high defnition television.
Even better is an event we've waited for years to view. The Spice Girls are back. I can never remember their names and probably couldn't tell which Spice was which if they had name tags.
Speaking of names, Victoria's Secret models have cornered the market on sexy, sassy, sultry names. Gone are Mary, Cindy, Debbie, or Barbi, from the Hugh Hefner era.
In their place marking the 21st century are slinky beauties named Alessandra, Adriana, Selita, Kardina, Marisa, Mirranda. As a throwback to yesteryear, Heidi Klum will be around, too, just to remind women everywhere that size matters to some people.
It isn't the models and their showy display of skin which makes the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show such a must watch event.
After all, where else can I find the latest fashions for my 5-foot tall, slightly pudgy wife of 26 years? Viewing clothes draped across the body of a 6-foot (not including heels) beauty who weights less than my wife before a meal is the place to start.
I watch it for the clothes.
After all, who can handle 60 minutes of luscious, leggy, models bouncing down a catwalk and not be influenced by what they're wearing? Or, what they're not wearing?
Ahh, the clothing. Ahh, the talent. It's burlesque, 21st century style, and what timing. It's the holiday season, and what better way to view angels than from the comfort of your own home on a 42-inch wide screen high defnition television.
Even better is an event we've waited for years to view. The Spice Girls are back. I can never remember their names and probably couldn't tell which Spice was which if they had name tags.
Speaking of names, Victoria's Secret models have cornered the market on sexy, sassy, sultry names. Gone are Mary, Cindy, Debbie, or Barbi, from the Hugh Hefner era.
In their place marking the 21st century are slinky beauties named Alessandra, Adriana, Selita, Kardina, Marisa, Mirranda. As a throwback to yesteryear, Heidi Klum will be around, too, just to remind women everywhere that size matters to some people.
It isn't the models and their showy display of skin which makes the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show such a must watch event.
After all, where else can I find the latest fashions for my 5-foot tall, slightly pudgy wife of 26 years? Viewing clothes draped across the body of a 6-foot (not including heels) beauty who weights less than my wife before a meal is the place to start.
I watch it for the clothes.
