Wouldn't Touch It with a Ten Foot Pole

Hey, I’m all for lookin’ good. I’m also a big fan of truth in advertising….that is, when you can find it. I know I’ve brought up this subject before…but this was too good to pass up.

So, I’m surfing the ‘net….looking at this…which takes me to that….and I stumble onto the opening page for Givenchy and voila:

Is this what fashion has come to? Are severely withered limbs in vogue now? Somehow, I missed this memo. And is it just me, or does the model on the right have a rather large head? Or, maybe the model on the left just has a very petite head. The brunette definitely looks concerned about the lack of flesh on her lower extremities…kinda like she’s thinking “I’m pretty sure I had two matching legs when I woke up this morning…” The blonde has that “don’t mess with me…I’ve had a really crappy day and pointing out my unnaturally oversized head is not only cruel and unnecessary but…one more word and the girl gets it.”

For, does it not look like blondie is holding brunette hostage? Or, maybe the blonde is an undercover fashion cop and has just cuffed the other one from going out in public in those horrific leggings.

And just in case you think I’m a hard, cruel, insensitive individual in need of some serious lessons on being politically correct, the above is an unbelievably horrible PhotoShop job.

Someone was in a pretty big hurry to get out of the office and downstairs for cocktail hour…and since the guys who were supposed to double check his work were already in the elevator, yelling “C’mon! It’s Margarita Night! Buy two, get one free! It’s fine! Leave it! C’MON, MAN…WE’RE GONNA MISS IT!!”

So. He hit “send”, off it went and the next day everyone was so hung over that no-one noticed his faux pas.

Can you imagine the dismay the models must've felt when they witnessed this end result? They'd probably told all their friends, families and any guy who had the audacity to dump them back in high school that they were gonna be on the opening page of Givency’s web site and “Don’t you wish you were ME?”. Well, what goes around comes around.

And mark my words: There’s no use crying over spilt milk.

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve used an old expression in this post…you’d eat your heart out. (Ew.)

So, I’m outta here….but you know I’ll be back (Ah-nold).

In a heartbeat….