skinnnnnnny

Heather over at Fashion Survivor pointed out some recent scary Hollywood weight drops among the "plus-sized" actress group (such as Sara Rue and oh my GAWD, that Reba lady). Sigh. She also pointed out a story I'd heard about Nicole Ritchie firing her stylist, the stylist being notorious for clients who get too skinny.

The thing that suddenly struck me about that is: how incredibly nefarious and WHAT a good plot for a story. A demoness...a Svengali/Iago/Faustus (Iaga? Faustina?) type who pipes women to their doom, tempting them with all the empty spoils of fame that burn them alive but make the stylist burn bright. There are plenty of archetypes to manage that, make it interesting. It's kind of Dorian Gray-y...or even Persona-like. Twisty turny identifications and devilish schemes. I mean, the situation really--on the surface--bespeaks some old-fashioned evil at work, to cozy up to people, play on vanity, get them doing bad things that are probably good for the stylist. Rasputin-y. That kinda thing.

hic

Has there ever been a better news week for fat, boozing mice? Sloppy drunk, lying about? Telling strangers they love them? Drunk-dialing, doing the walk of shame, calling old girlfriends? Their PR reps must be thrilled. And working their tiny little cellphones.

I just crush a lot

I've been on a Big Pun kick recently (last year my Fat Joe interest started around this time too--is fall fat rappah season?), to the point where I've been pondering iTunes-ing that freakin song ("Feelin' So Good") he did with FJ and Jennifer Lopez, but I am damned if I'm going to give J.Lo 99 more cents so she can make more videos where she wears Starter jackets and pretends to still shop in the Bronx. Except the FJ/BP part of it is so good--he was so smooth.

There is an interesting essay about Big Pun in a book I reviewed last year, Fat: The Anthropology of an Obsession. Fascinating, sad, poignant. He had eating issues almost similar to those with Prader-Willi, related to his impoverished childhood.