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It seemed like just last year, or maybe it was the year before, we all got together and decided anorexia was bad. There was a meeting or something. And Italy or maybe it was Spain – it definitely wasn’t France – said that runway models couldn’t actually purge backstage. Vogue said it was okay to have boobs, and heroin chic, which was stupid in the first place, became passé. It was a cultural shift. Size 2 is the new size 0. Or something.

Yeah, what happened to that?

I ask because here’s a list of stuff I’ve heard or read in the past couple of weeks:

1. The winner of Project Runway told one of his models as she was leaving a fitting, “Okay, see you at the show. Be skinny. Don’t eat anything.” Okay, he was half kidding. But kinda half NOT kidding.

2. There was a news story written about a magazine staffer who dropped down to 100 pounds. Suddenly the Plain Jane had more male attention than she knew what to do with. Of course, the reason she was down to 100 pounds was because SHE HAD A PARASITE LIVING IN HER GUT. When asked, a male colleague said, “A little anorexia is hot.” He was probably half kidding, too. We’re still going to kill him though.

3. The weight of a 17-year-old model made the financial news in the Wall Street Journal because, having gained five pounds, she was sent home early from the Paris runway shows. She was told her legs were chubby. I have no punch line for this one. It’s just cruel.

So in defiance, I declare it National Splurge on the Really Good Chocolate Day. Oh, look, I happen to have some Ghirardelli squares right here. Imagine that.

An Only in L.A. Update:

I finished writing this post but before I could upload it, I had to run off to my usual Monday morning yoga class. When I got there, tech guys dressed all in black were futzing with cameras and holding clipboards full of release forms. Turns out “Dr. 90210,” the plastic surgery reality show, was shooting the class. “Stay,” they asked us. “The class will be free today.”

Um, no thanks. Sorry. Can’t. It’s National Splurge on the Really Good Chocolate Day. Also National Plastic Surgery Shows Creep Me Out Day.

I left. It only seemed right.

ahream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a mystery writer living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my short story, "Running Venice," in the new anthology LAndmarked for Murder. Look for it in bookstores and on Amazon.com now. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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