Size zero and the morons that buy into it.
Now I wrote about this some time ago, October 20th to be precise, I called that post The Emperor's New Clothes, you know, in case anyone needs to borrow it.
Anyhoo. Squeaking in slightly horrified mirth at the tini-tiny clothing and wondering aloud what in God's name it was all about I remember laughing at the stupidity of it all and going about my business of eating and not fainting from hunger. I decided I rather like having breasts and a backside. It's important to me. It seems very important to the paramour.
So all good then.
Yesterday I picked up the Sunday Review from the Times and my eyes fell on-well to be honest my eyes were almost seared straight out of my head by that disgusting photo of Nicole Ritchie running on a beach in a blue bikini last year, you know the one, where she looks like she's fleeing a concentration camp.
But then mine eyes did see,
'My 6-week journey to the land of the Thin,' (they have their own land now? Who knew?) and check out the byline, ' What does it take for a normal woman to achieve size zero? In this graphic account of extreme dieting Kate Spicer reveals the revolting cost.'
Yep, so revolting Kate Spicer appears in her smalls showing off said new figure.
To save you from reading it all, let me condense it for you.
Healthy girl does really stupid diet. Loses weight by not eating very much at all, gets grumpy, feels unwell, chainsmokes, takes laxatives, abuses body, gets grumpier and teary, continues to not eat very much at all, ignores medical advice, gets grumpier still, becomes very unhappy, continues to abuse self, sticks fingers down throat, reaches week six, feels miserable and a failure-she says- while also bleating that she is a whole stone lighter. Writes article, poses in underwear, gets TV show, enrages fatcat reader.
Next! Move it along, nothing to see here. This schtick has been done to death.
Haven't we already had Louise Rednapp wasting away before our eyes on a television show called 'The truth about size Zero.' Was there not some other gal on in February munching her way miserably through a cabbage soup and laxative diet?
Who is this crap for exactly?
Spicer says at one point, 'Almost all women want to be thinner' This might be true, maybe we do, but you know what, most women I know don't want to be sick, they don't want to be miserable, they don't want to faint and have enemas, they don't want to be so obsessed with whether or not they lost that extra half pound that they cry, they don't want stick thin-bobble headed stars who look like they might snap in the wind to be held up as the 'ideal'.
This kind of article makes me want to hurl-but I won't because I liked my breakfast which was toast and-shock horror-cheese and ham spread. At no point does Spicer sound scathing about the situation she find herself in, at no point does she utterly decry the 'diet' as ridiculous. One senses in fact that she is rather impressed with herself and her determination. This journalist has just bought straight into the whole bloody game without even realising it.
And thanks for the glorious gleaned information on how to get to size zero. Who whould have thunk it? Not eating makes you super skinny! Taking laxatives makes you shit more. WOW! Thank you Kate Spicer, for your Herculean effort to debunk the revolting myth that starving yourself won't affect you at all.
Oh now, wait, hold up. That's not right now is it?
Give me a bloody break here. Is this supposed to be journalisim? This is news? This is even interesting? What does it take for a normal woman to live a normal life and not cry and not vomit? Why, not very much at all.
People starving themselves to death when perfectly good food is available, whether it be for fashion, meedja, or sheer stupidity, I"M AGAINST IT!
Anyhoo. Squeaking in slightly horrified mirth at the tini-tiny clothing and wondering aloud what in God's name it was all about I remember laughing at the stupidity of it all and going about my business of eating and not fainting from hunger. I decided I rather like having breasts and a backside. It's important to me. It seems very important to the paramour.
So all good then.
Yesterday I picked up the Sunday Review from the Times and my eyes fell on-well to be honest my eyes were almost seared straight out of my head by that disgusting photo of Nicole Ritchie running on a beach in a blue bikini last year, you know the one, where she looks like she's fleeing a concentration camp.
But then mine eyes did see,
'My 6-week journey to the land of the Thin,' (they have their own land now? Who knew?) and check out the byline, ' What does it take for a normal woman to achieve size zero? In this graphic account of extreme dieting Kate Spicer reveals the revolting cost.'
Yep, so revolting Kate Spicer appears in her smalls showing off said new figure.
To save you from reading it all, let me condense it for you.
Healthy girl does really stupid diet. Loses weight by not eating very much at all, gets grumpy, feels unwell, chainsmokes, takes laxatives, abuses body, gets grumpier and teary, continues to not eat very much at all, ignores medical advice, gets grumpier still, becomes very unhappy, continues to abuse self, sticks fingers down throat, reaches week six, feels miserable and a failure-she says- while also bleating that she is a whole stone lighter. Writes article, poses in underwear, gets TV show, enrages fatcat reader.
Next! Move it along, nothing to see here. This schtick has been done to death.
Haven't we already had Louise Rednapp wasting away before our eyes on a television show called 'The truth about size Zero.' Was there not some other gal on in February munching her way miserably through a cabbage soup and laxative diet?
Who is this crap for exactly?
Spicer says at one point, 'Almost all women want to be thinner' This might be true, maybe we do, but you know what, most women I know don't want to be sick, they don't want to be miserable, they don't want to faint and have enemas, they don't want to be so obsessed with whether or not they lost that extra half pound that they cry, they don't want stick thin-bobble headed stars who look like they might snap in the wind to be held up as the 'ideal'.
This kind of article makes me want to hurl-but I won't because I liked my breakfast which was toast and-shock horror-cheese and ham spread. At no point does Spicer sound scathing about the situation she find herself in, at no point does she utterly decry the 'diet' as ridiculous. One senses in fact that she is rather impressed with herself and her determination. This journalist has just bought straight into the whole bloody game without even realising it.
And thanks for the glorious gleaned information on how to get to size zero. Who whould have thunk it? Not eating makes you super skinny! Taking laxatives makes you shit more. WOW! Thank you Kate Spicer, for your Herculean effort to debunk the revolting myth that starving yourself won't affect you at all.
Oh now, wait, hold up. That's not right now is it?
Give me a bloody break here. Is this supposed to be journalisim? This is news? This is even interesting? What does it take for a normal woman to live a normal life and not cry and not vomit? Why, not very much at all.
People starving themselves to death when perfectly good food is available, whether it be for fashion, meedja, or sheer stupidity, I"M AGAINST IT!
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