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SUPERMODEL Prepubescent imagery. Empty, stupid eyes. Waif thin. Tyrannical. No fat. No body hair. No character, no love, no personality - no brain. So thin, and yet... so thick. By your anodyne complicity in this gruesome stereotype you connive in the corporate enslavement of your sisters - anorexia, bulimia, self-loathing, fear. They aspire to be like you - an unnatural creation of capital - and wreck their bodies in the process, destroy their fertility, tear apart their lives. But hang on a minute? Not my place to talk about that? I'm a man, what do I know? You're just trying to earn a living? Letras de cancionesWhat I'm saying has been said before? OK. But when the football blokes look and make some expected remark I'm supposed to join in. I'm supposed to fancy you - or pretend to. Well, I don't. And I won't. More than that. You revolt me. You give me an inversion. It's quite simple really. I just don't desire a stupid adman's toy styled to look like a prepubescent girl - a real âbabe' - there in the tabloid next to the lurid description of Gary Glitter's downfall. I love a real woman. I won't buy the product you advertise. I won't watch your latest film. I'm not interested in your poxy TV series I'll never set foot in that bloody car and I hate you. I know I should just ignore you, or feel sorry for you but I hate you and your fashionist masters bringers of misery destroyers of individuality harbingers of despair. Women and men: Riot against diet! Sod the microchip revolution - let's have a fish ân' chip one! Cream bun chocolate cream bun chocolate lard lard sag aloo beer beer beer! Riot against diet! Smash fashionism! Say goodbye to Hello! Make Cosmopolitan....cosmopolitan! Let's have a real woman's realm! Take over the curry house Fill your freezer full of ice cream Live Love Get real! www.attilathestockbroker.com From Letras Mania