A Model Isn't Real


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I am trying to understand what people don't get about the whole thing "model's aren't real." Models aren't supposed to be real people, or do things that real people would do. They are supposed to be... models! And pose. Etc. So, the conclusion would be that the model isn't being themself, rather posing and being whatever they are supposed to be representing. That is why you get paid to do it.
Argh!

Well, people who have seen some of my pink hair pictures completely flip out. They say I look like a slut, worldly, edgy, etc. Well, I must have been doing a good job because that is what I was supposed to be representing. That isn't ME. Do you see me looking like I did in those pictures? No!

Read a letter I got from this one gentleman I used to go to church with:

Dear Sarah:
I saw the photos on your Dad's laptop of you with your wacky hairstyle and "bad girl" pose and frankly I thought it looked horrifying. Take my advice Sarah, start with the red dress, or any other of your nice dressed, pantyhose, black shoes, long natural hair, and the patented Sarah S**b***h smile-- and stay far, far away from wordly looks and wordly ways.


Anyway, I deleted those pictures, thanks Dad for showing them to EVERYONE.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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