Tyra Banks, who's currently sitting on 161 lbs. of ribs and ass, is sad that people call her fat (like, for example, these people). Even though this is totally absurd, seeing as she's the mommy of a show that, in concept, exists to judge women on superficial criteria and expose their flaws (such as, you know, being overweight), and, in practice, has also served as a documentary of her own steady weight gain since 2003, I still feel for her.
As a consolation, I offer this bit information that struck me when I recently watched Kenneth Anger's Fireworks (via this gift to the world): even muscle men of the 1940s suffered from vagina arms.
Like whoa, right?
Not that Tyra cares or even knows about the shit I talk. Still, if I were feeling blue, news like this would definitely make me (not to mention my vagina arms!) perk up.
(Thanks, Paul and Michelle.)