A Model Thing?

July 9, 2007 12:00:00 Posted at July 9, 2007 12:00:00
Lainey Posted by Lainey

I interviewed a model in Calgary yesterday. Watch on eTalk later this week. Her name is Heather Marks, considered among the top tier of girls in the industry today. Like many of the best, Heather is a freak of nature…and I mean that in the best way possible. She is supernaturally beautiful. SO beautiful I felt weak looking at her…so beautiful I couldn’t stop gaping at her. Probably kinda pervy actually.

But when faced with that kind of otherworldly gorgessity, it’s hard not to gawk. To examine every detail closely, looking in vain for a flaw. Of course it didn’t help that she’s the nicest, nicest, nicest person ever. And down to earth. And unaffected. Not lying.

So I wondered afterwards what it must be like to be Heather Marks. To look in the mirror every day and have that staring back at you. With an overload of pure genetic perfection, is it then easier for models to hook up with the complete opposite?

Because here’s the thing – some model called Lindi says that although she felt badly about busting up Pete Doherty’s relationship with Kate Moss, she couldn’t HELP HERSELF…she HAD to sleep with him.

Now I get that he’s all arty and musically gifted. I get how that might be a draw perhaps for a conversation, maybe even a poetry reading. But to say that she felt compelled to f&ck him? That there was an irresistible urge to let him touch her? To touch him back? To exchange fluids with this???

With this??? Kate Moss and now another model and a few more coming outta the wordwork?

Maybe it’s a model thing. Maybe when you’re so good looking, ugly and nasty and repulsive takes on a new definition. Because while I routinely come in for a kiss from a dog who just sniffed someone else’s ass, I could NEVER. EVER. EVER drink from his straw, let alone let Pete shove his tongue down my throat…to say nothing of allowing his junkie sweat anywhere near my sheets.


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