In Europe today, it’s all the rage to use models who look like normal people. How sad is it that I even have to type that? “Normal”. Ugh.

The spot I’m thinking of is presented as a diving competition where a guy that’s two bills + does a cannonball and continues on to show azz crack when climbing out of the pool. A hilarious and not-so-subtly pointed message about the link between beer and sex appeal, mocking reality as it were, and the absence of men with smoldering eyes waiting to drop a great line on you because you ordered the right adult beverage…oh and you’re a “10″.

This is the agency supplying “real” models to the studios: http://www.ugly.org

Can I get a WOOT WOOT? Hats off to another advertising trend that doesn’t inspire self loathing.

Real women have curves.

I read an article years ago with Nicole Kidman where she was asked what one thing she would change about herself if she could. The question was offensive to me from “go”, worded the way it was implied she should change something about herself. More than that it implied that in fact there were are a multitude of things to choose from – pick one. As I read on, she completely changed my jealous-of-the-skinny-girl-hope-you-choke-on-your-diuretic opinion of her. I broke out my mental pom-poms and cheered when she answered with grace and documented instead on what she wouldn’t change. Among other things, she listed her “pooch”.

Continuing, the then Mrs. Cruise said that Tom loved it. Tra la, a man with taste. Of course it’s obviously no longer relevant and he’s since proven that he’s completely fucking batty, but whatever. I too have a pooch that no amount of running, sit-ups or starving myself will ever force into extinction. It has its admirers.

I hold this truth to be self-evident: You. Are. Beautiful.