There is a niche market waiting to be filled. All over the world, hundreds, maybe thousands of supermodels are falling on runways. When someone this size goes down it's never graceful. They resemble sprawled, drugged out ostriches. Alone, usually in ridiculously high heels, looking uber confident and indifferent to mortals, these skyscrapers stride past rabid fashionistas and a part of us waits for the inevitable. Whoa! There she goes!
Plop.
No warning. Happens fast. The music thumps. Collective intake of breath. The model does the only possible thing--gets up, smiles sheepishly. Continues her trek. The courage of supermodels has given us hope.
No recorded incidents of male models falling. Is it a conspiracy or just better balance? Or perhaps something more sinister. What better way to gain publicity for your line than to slip a young, hungry model a few bucks to take a flop? Doesn't it seem suspicious that all these falls happen right in front of the camera? And why aren't any of them seriously hurt? Oh, there are bruises. I have the photos, for which I'm open to negotiation. Just doing my job. The public has gotten tired of shots of celebs cleaning up their dog poop.
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