Ex Vogue Australia Editor Kirstie Clements got fired from her job a while back after serving her magazine for the better part of 25 years, has come out with a book detailing among other things, the life of a supermodel. In her book, she tells of supermodels doing anything to stay thin, including eating tissue:
In her new book, Clements claims models still regularly starve themselves to stay super skinny and some resort to eating tissues to help them feel full. Clements quotes an unnamed Russian model who told her over lunch that her roommate was a fit model, “so she is in hospital on a drip a lot of the time.”
Someone needs to tell these tissue-eating models that they better not eat the one’s that have moisturizer in them, that stuff is fattening.
Most of the “revelations” The Mayor read about are nothing new. Imagine, models stretching the boundaries to stay thin? What next, used car salesmen don’t always tell the truth? The horrors! Story at 11.
What is most shocking is this Kirstie Clements unit coming out with a book detailing all the terrible things models go through, but only releasing the book AFTER she got shit-canned. What a hero! Sure, unit Kirstie knew about tissue-eating supermodels for 25 years and could have actually stood up and said something in those mere 9,127 days, but she decided to make a difference three decades after the fact.
The Mayor supposes unit Kirstie didn’t say anything at the time because she was so darn busy doing her editor thing – like ahhhh, editing and drinking the hell out of anything from a bottle that says 40 proof on it.
That’s okay though, better late than never. The Mayor isn’t actually turned off by tissue-eating models, as a matter of fact, he finds them rather sexy. Although, to be fair, when supermodels come over to The Manor every week and ask for a bite to eat, The Mayor always tells them to stay away from his tissues. His *special* bedside tissues, if you catch his drift.
Have some toilet paper instead, super-model malcontents. But stay away from the one’s already thrown in the crapper, there seems to be a weird taste to them, or so says my cats face when it eats and drinks from the porcelain God.
Bon appetite, bitches!