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Two Pounds

Taking a break from my publishing notes, I feel the need to comment on something I read in New York Magazine on the elliptical machine this morning. Apparently, all of Kate Moss’ friends thought she was pregnant! No, Kate assured them. She just put on a couple of pounds and they went to the right place. She commented, “How lucky.” Perfect for modeling her new line of lingerie. I don’t know, I think lucky is consuming a barge of heroin and not dying. But that’s just me.

There was also an article about male models, who, contrary to popular belief, are not all gay. One of these straight young men in lusting after a particularly fetching female model said, “I’d drag my balls through a mile of glass to have her.” I’m sorry, but I don’t know any guy who would do that, straight or gay. Hmmmm. Actually, I have to think about that.

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  1. Most male models are way too skinny for my taste. I like a man with a little meat on his bones. The only model that’s caught my eye so far is the one named John Z(?) with Nautica, a total babe.

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