Yet another issue I have with the magazine industry.
Do I even need to say anything else? How about "immensely fucked up."
Do I even need to say anything else? How about "immensely fucked up."
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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I dunno. I like the edited version better. Is that wrong?
You know, I'm not surprised or shocked about the smoothing of wrinkles around the eyes and mouth -- I've come to expect that. What does me in is the whittling down of Faith Hill's arm to the skeleton toothpick thing. People -- IT'S AN ARM. And not a very fat arm at that. Why they felt the need to make her extremities look like they're from some deranged Bratz doll is beyond me. Again -- it's a fucking arm. For a 39 year old mother of 3 it looked pretty damn good just like it was.
Like I said. Fucked up.
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