I am sure you have been there. You are just having one of those "I am a disgusting, haggard hot mess" days when you walk past a display of woman's magazines and are confronted with the perfection of the various cover photos. Just when you need a little pick me up you are reminded that gravity and a life void of a stylist, nutritionist, and trainer will keep you perpetually distanced from the ease and privilege of being a celebrity. On top of things you can't even wedge yourself into your fat pants anymore. You wonder if you had only slathered your face in Vaseline, stuck to a macrobiotic diet, remained committed to applying sunscreen, and avoided vertical stripes you too could be a vision. So you make yourself feel better by driving down to Ann Taylor Loft and trying on a few dresses. Things can't be too out of control if you can still wear their size 2. Why drive yourself near the cliff by trying on a few pair of pants at Bloomingdales so you can be reminded that your hips and expanding back end make it near impossible to ever effectively pull off a pair of skinny jeans?
New York Times
had an article in Sunday's edition on vanity sizing. "Take a woman with a 27-inch waist. In Marc Jacobs’s high-end line, she is between an 8 and a 10. At Chico’s, she is a triple 0." What does this tell us? High-end designers think American women are lards. You want to feel like a million bucks? Buy a cheap pair of pleated capris from Chicos.
This is why women go off the rails when they go shopping. How can I be a size 4 in this store and a 12 in another? And then I have to read in the magazine that Kim Kardashian is a size 2? How can someone who looks like they can hold an entire tray of margaritas on their backside fit into a size 2?
Who is worse? The fashion industry that laughingly tweaks with their fit model measurements or the magazine editors that perpetuate an insane illusion of celebrity perfection?
It gets worse.
The Today Show had a segment Tuesday with the editor of More Magazine who described the lengths fashion editors must go to protect the fragile egos of celebrities: "When we go to shoots it's all about the ego. If a celebrity says she's a size 8 and we know she's not we cut the sizes out because we know she won't put it on if it says it's a 10."
So they are just as mental as we are. The only difference is they have minions willing to cut the tags out of their clothing. Looks like I might have a weekend job for Dan if I continue my recent love affair with Rondele cheese spread.