Posted 6:56 PM by Gene

WELL, here's something I can post about; a supermodel "admits" (or rather, publicizes, these being CURLEY'S [Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk!] STOOGES) she's "dull." I'm glad she's had the lack of courage and the surfeit of publicists to do so, for supermodels must be dull; they pose all day, and talk none; and they date superstuds who by their professions (athuhlete, rocker) are EXCEEDINGLY dull. They could converse in total silence. (Or should, given their penchant for wrecking hotel rooms with their dullness.) At least the sex symbols of the past weren't dull: MM wanted to think, and for that purpose married Arthur Miller, which for that and other purposes might not have been the best idea; and before her Gypsy Rose wanted to "write," and she lived for a time in a place in Brooklyn with Oliver Smith, W. H. Auden and Benjamin Britten* (obviously THEY weren't going to try to strip HER). But these were interesting people, and they lived in interesting times -- unlike ours, where an ineloquent dyslexic is president, and we're overwhelmed with "SUPERMODELS."

P. S. I've looked up this supermodel's "site" (it's officially unofficial), and as I could have guessed, she isn't that pretty, she's skinny, and she has that typical supermodel facial torpor. So yes, we can agree -- she's EXTREMELY dull.

*Plug not intended. I do hope, though, it's a good book -- but given how it's already been pigeonholed I'd guess it has lots of big words, and DULL prose.