Luscious Irony

Last year after my first Fashion Week with Manhattan legend The Fashion Herald I had the audacity to ask "who the hell is actually buying these clothes?" Which was followed by a long, wandering yet very impressive-sounding answer from the FH, the gist of which was "well, nobody." At the same runway show I made the following observation:

1) I learned you don’t hafta necessarily be pretty to be a model. If you have the freakishly right body, they can live with the rest. Ironically, the same can be said for an offensive lineman in the NFL. Life, eh?

All this popped into my pretty little head right now because I'm watching Man vs. Food try to devour YET ANOTHER hamburger that is roughly the size of a goat. This was, of course, after he tried to eat a sandwich called the "Fat Sandy," which has 6 burgers topped with cheese, french fries, mozzarella sticks, philly cheese steak, mushrooms, onions and peppers, all smothered in a Cheddar cheese sauce (pictured HERE, on the right...how they held off on the mac 'n cheese is a credit to their restraint.) I mean seriously, these sandwiches are fun to put together and look at in pictures, but who the fuck is actually eating this shit? Answer: well, nobody. 

So, not satisfied that their models' bodies can be ironically compared to those of NFL linemen, designers have pushed it so that the clothes they put on these Size-0, malnourished scarf 'n barf models are ironically like the nonsensically over-sized foodstuffs that exist in a Man vs. Food world: fun to put together, but who actually buys this shit?

I mean, good grief!