Way back on November 20th, the fashion blogs were a buzzin' about the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Editors and special people got to attend the live taping in New York City. As always, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail. Why does this keep happening to me?
Last night, on CBS, I finally got to see what all the hype was about.
The lusty lingerie company recruited Mrs. Appleworth's third grade art class to make "fashion-forward" pieces to adorn the underwear models. The top named models strutted the runway, decked in Christmas tinsel, miniature balloons, and even paper mache angel wings slathered with primary colored poster paint hearts and more.
The Black Eyed Peas showed up and performed their three word hit "Boom Boom Pow". Fergie didn't pee herself. Will I. AM and the creepy guy channeled their inner frat boy and took the on stage opportunity to grind on every hot chick that passed in front of them.
My boyfriend came in about 20 minutes into the show and said "what is the point of all this? Is it one giant commercial?" Well, pretty much. Victoria's Secret managed to take the worlds most beautiful models and turn them into video hoes to hawk their bras and panties.
If the company didn't send me a catalog every day, I wouldn't forget that they exist. There are stores are everywhere. So why the need to do this sneak peek into "Angel Boot Camp" and back stage antics in which some dork with a head set dropping cheeseball lines such as "Yea, thats what Im talkin' about! Go Girl" as the models prepare to take the stage.
My first pair of "sexy" pajamas came from the Victoria Secret Catalog. They were these red satin brocade shorts and top. I loved them and felt a little sexier when wearing them. This was pre-internet days. (Um, I'm only 19 so don't know how that math works, but whatever) It was the sheer hotness of the models like Heidi Klum, Stephanie Seymour and Tyra Banks simply posing in the catalog who could make even the dowdiest of sweaters look like walking desire.
Victoria's Secret, whats with the bizarre faux fur Vegas show girl cat suits? Why did you put Heidi Klum in a sequined body suit trimmed with tissue paper?
I would love to tell you how the show ended, but I couldn't even make it through before I turned it off. Not even looking for stuff to make fun of could keep me from changing the channel. It was like watching an episode of one of those MTV reality shows in which some desperate 19 year old is so starved for her guy roommate's attention, she gets loaded up on Shmirnoff Ice and dances naked on a table top. Maybe just sending him a suggestive sexy note would've worked better.
