If you had a limitless supply of income, resources, and time, and current obligations and/or obstacles were not a factor - what would be your dream job? In other words, in a perfect world, what would you want to do with your day, and why?
"You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to there. If I was you I would just walk around naked all the time. I wouldn't have a job, I wouldn't have any skills, I wouldn't even know how to read. I would just be...naked." - Cristina Yang to Izzie Stevens, Grey's Anatomy, Season One
My secret job dream: Supermodel.
You can stop laughing now. Really.
I know, I know - I am just over 5 feet, 5 inches tall. I weigh about 40 pounds more than I should if I'm to be a model. And, let's not forget: I am a total and complete klutz.
So, yeah, realistically - this is a BAD idea. But I can't help it. The photo shoots, the glamour, the red carpet. Tom effing Brady as arm candy.
I know that models always say, "oh, it's not as glamourous as it looks; it's cut-throat, it's demeaning, blah blah blah." Look, you tiny little twig of a person, you get paid gobs of money to walk around in haute couture. All day. You get your pick of samples of Gucci, Louboutin, Dior, Chanel, and Valentino. You get to hang out at Fashion Week in New York and Paris and have your pick of whatever hot-right-now dress you want.
[Disclaimer: I know that there's a message these models are sending - that too-thin is a good thing. That 4 is the new 6, that 2 is the new 4. And yes, I know that not only do I not fall into these sizing categories - but also, it's a bad message to send to our young girls. But this is FANTASY. Thus ends the disclaimer.]
Of course, if I looked like Heidi Klum or Gisele, I would use my devastatingly good looks for good, not evil. I'd start a charity to help high-risk youth in inner cities, I'd start a no-kill animal shelter and work to get our pet population under control. I'd travel to Africa to build schools and hospitals. I'd be the Earth Mother of all hot models.
Of course, in reality, I'd look a little more like Carrie at :36 -
"Oh my God, she's fashion roadkill!"
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Hearing models talk about how hard it is makes me want to throw up, which might just land me in the stall next to a model as she throws up, trying to keep bare bones skinny. It might be tough, but I bet I could deal!
Can you do the model pout? :)
Awesome quote at the beginning! I think post taps into why some of us are addicted to shows like ANTM. There's something about that world that's just so glamorous, and even though on a daily basis I'm more of an Old Navy poster girl, barely giving a damn if my socks match, being a high fashion supermodel in another life would be so rad.
I definitely think we all harbor a certain fascination with the lifestyle and maybe even practice "smiling with our eyes" in the mirror from time to time.
Remember to squint! And don't look directly toward the light, it's like sooo amateur.
Temp, I have no doubt you could totally work it. I'd love to see you do your little turn on the catwalk!
(Thanks for posting this clip - it never ceases to amuse me!)
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