Zombies and Fashion
Israel recently passed a law banning ultrathin models. Hallelujah and pass the ice cream!
The new requirements in Israel now call for that a model have a body mass index of at least 18.5. In plain English, that means that a six foot tall model would have to weigh at least 136.5 pounds. That is still an incredibly skinny woman, but it is progress.
And if the photo used in an ad has in any way been manipulated to make the model look thinner, that information must be disclosed! No more airbrushing away the pounds! Bad news for my dream of one day becoming a middle-aged Israeli model, but good news for the general public.
I am so impressed. This is a country that puts their money where their mouth is! And now some of these models will be able to put a little food where their mouth is! If someone told me that I had to gain weight for my job … well, the very idea brings me so much joy that I have a little tear in my eye just thinking about it!
I think what might have impressed me the most about this whole thing is that the new law was backed by a top modeling agent, Adi Barkan. His quote about the current stable of models? “They look like dead girls.”
It’s true. Many of today’s models look like walking skeletal systems draped in haute couture. And do you know what they don’t look like? Me.
It has taken me most of my life to figure out that just because a pair of skinny jeans look awesome on a six-foot tall, ninety-two pound woman, does not mean that they are going to look awesome on a five-foot nothing woman who is not about to disclose her weight. Needless to say, it is not ninety-two pounds, and I am about a foot shorter than most of these women.
The fashion industry needs to step up and start using models that are built like the rest of us. The real test of a fashion genius is whether or not he can clothe the masses. Show me that a short, chubster like myself looks rockin’ in a burlap sack, and I will buy that burlap sack! Hell, I’ll probably buy those burlap sacks in three different colors!
In the meantime, I will continue to suffer through calculating the results of the model-to-me conversion equation. Subtract twelve-inches from her height. Add forty pounds. Multiply by the results of having given birth three times. And the answer is … No. I will not look good in short-shorts and a crop top. Imagine my surprise.
The new requirements in Israel now call for that a model have a body mass index of at least 18.5. In plain English, that means that a six foot tall model would have to weigh at least 136.5 pounds. That is still an incredibly skinny woman, but it is progress.
And if the photo used in an ad has in any way been manipulated to make the model look thinner, that information must be disclosed! No more airbrushing away the pounds! Bad news for my dream of one day becoming a middle-aged Israeli model, but good news for the general public.
I am so impressed. This is a country that puts their money where their mouth is! And now some of these models will be able to put a little food where their mouth is! If someone told me that I had to gain weight for my job … well, the very idea brings me so much joy that I have a little tear in my eye just thinking about it!
I think what might have impressed me the most about this whole thing is that the new law was backed by a top modeling agent, Adi Barkan. His quote about the current stable of models? “They look like dead girls.”
It’s true. Many of today’s models look like walking skeletal systems draped in haute couture. And do you know what they don’t look like? Me.
It has taken me most of my life to figure out that just because a pair of skinny jeans look awesome on a six-foot tall, ninety-two pound woman, does not mean that they are going to look awesome on a five-foot nothing woman who is not about to disclose her weight. Needless to say, it is not ninety-two pounds, and I am about a foot shorter than most of these women.
The fashion industry needs to step up and start using models that are built like the rest of us. The real test of a fashion genius is whether or not he can clothe the masses. Show me that a short, chubster like myself looks rockin’ in a burlap sack, and I will buy that burlap sack! Hell, I’ll probably buy those burlap sacks in three different colors!
In the meantime, I will continue to suffer through calculating the results of the model-to-me conversion equation. Subtract twelve-inches from her height. Add forty pounds. Multiply by the results of having given birth three times. And the answer is … No. I will not look good in short-shorts and a crop top. Imagine my surprise.
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