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    When are the designers ever going to realise that EVERYONE is not a perfect size 6...or lower. More than two thirds of the world population is either overweight or underweight. Unfortunately it's the poor young girls who see these waifs in the magazines that suffer the most. They starve themselves or throw up what little they do eat to become these unrealistic idols they watch and admire.

    Many of these skinny girls are not naturally thin, but are virtually starving themselves to keep the weight down. The girls reading the magazines try to look like them, and end up trying the same tricks, and potentially get into the same problems with eating. Go to any club, the guys don't go for the skinny girls, they go for the girls with the hour glass figure. Look at the beautiful women that you see every day, and I'd say less than 5% have that stick insect shape the young models have.

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    For a long time I have suspected that people who work in fashion are a bunch of image-obsessed, barely literate, empty-headed creeps.

    But this latest news really does take the biscuit (not that people who work in fashion eat biscuits; they prefer refreshments that can be inhaled).

    Amy Winehouse is, apparently, following Kate Moss, Britney Spears, Chloe Sevigny et al. in launching a range of cosmetics and clothes for all the teenage girls worldwide who want to look and be like her.

    AmyPentoXPSP_468x667.jpgStyle icon?: Amy Winehouse is launching her own fashion and cosmetics range but doesn't set a good example to teenage girls

    Winehouse is, according to the editor of British Vogue, Alexandra Shulman, the star that all the hip photographers most want to place in front of their grubby lenses, as she has an "exotic" look and is instantly recognisable.

    Shulman didn't mention whether or not she, along with every other glossy magazine editor worth her clothing allowance, was pursuing the 24-year-old multi-Grammy Award winner to appear on Vogue's cover.

    But I can only guess that if she were offered Winehouse's services, she would leap at the chance to boost circulation.

    I thank God that I am not the mother of a teenage girl.

    Parents face an unenviable challenge in trying to counteract the influence of clever marketing people who are vying to make young women feel unhappy about themselves.

    These girls then spend money to make themselves feel better and punish their bodies to measure up to what is deemed cool.

    The fact is that people in the fashion industry are not in the business of protecting the young people who buy their products.

    Instead, the industry feeds on the disposable, the young, the tragic and the new.

    It craftily alters photographs of troubled and imperfect young women (I wonder what Winehouse's skin looks like up close; I imagine it resembles cold porridge) to perpetuate the myth that, however sordid your private life, you can still look beautiful on the outside, which is all that matters.

    This is a dangerous lie. While the likes of Philip Green, who hired Kate Moss to design a range of clothes for Topshop, will vehemently deny the link between images and mental health problems, saying that intelligent young people can want to look like their idol, without wanting to be them, they are, in my opinion, being disingenuous.

    I know this from all the letters I receive written by desperate girls. I had one the other week from a teenage alcoholic that read: "Why should I worry about what drink does to my health?

    "It deadens the voice that tells me I'm not good enough, and anyway, Kate M looks all right on it."

    Another young woman wrote: "I am in a deep, dark place I cannot crawl my way out of," adding that she is trying to break into fashion design.

    I really wish these girls, who bewail the state of their bodies and wonder why they are not pretty enough or thin enough, could sit alongside me in the front row here at Paris Fashion Week.

    They would see for themselves that the models, while young and beautiful and tall and slim, are not remotely perfect.

    They have boyfriends who beat them up, thread veins, stretch marks, ugly moles, bad skin and brittle, thinning hair.

    But we believe these women are perfect and happy because those who work in fashion are very good at what they do, which is to create a myth that we all want to buy into.

    I am sure that as soon as a fashion magazine editor got hold of Amy Winehouse, she would tame that ghastly, unwashed beehive, tone down the extravagant eyeliner, and eradicate the bags under her eyes and the bruises on her arms.

    Any marks caused by heroin injections would be erased as if by magic by Photoshop (I wonder if a thick concealer will be the first Winehouse makeup bestseller?).

    And Amy will, I am sure, enjoy being fawned over and preened and idolised and paid yet more money to spend on her own self-destruction.

    But I wonder where all these ghastly people will be when Winehouse is found dead in her own vomit, or is left to rot in a hospital bed for years suffering from overdose induced brain damage.

    What will they put on their magazine covers then? OK, I agree that perhaps it is not the job of the beauty and fashion industries to police the nation's morals.

    I realise, too, that the celebration and idolisation of troubled stars — from Marilyn Monroe to Edie Sedgwick — has gone on for years.

    Yet isn't it time that the people who sell clothes and cosmetics to young people thought about where to draw the line?

    With so much competition in a crowded market, I appreciate that the fashion business has had to become more aggressive than ever before.

    But just because this industry is seen as frivolous doesn't mean it is immune from responsibility.

    Will no one stand up and say "enough is enough"?

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    Romeo and Juliet -----Dire Straits

    A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade

    Laying everybody low with a love song that he made.

    Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade

    Says something like "you and me babe, how about it?"

    Juliet says "hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

    He's underneath the window she's singing "hey la, my boyfriend's back.

    You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that...

    Anyway what you gonna do about it?"

    ROMEO:

    Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start

    And I bet that you exploded into my heart

    And I forget I forget the movie song.

    When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

    Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame.

    Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same

    And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real.

    How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

    When you can fall for chains of silver,

    You can fall for chains of gold,

    You can fall for pretty strangers,

    And the promises they hold.

    You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah!

    Now you just say "oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him".

    Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.

    You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".

    There's a place for us, you know the movie song.

    When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

    I can't do the talks, like the talk on the TV

    And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be.

    I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you,

    I can't do anything, except be in love with you!

    And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be,

    All I do is keep the beat and the bad company.

    Now all I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme,

    Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time!

    Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.

    You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".

    There's a place for us, you know the movie song.

    When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

    NARRATOR:

    A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade

    Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made

    Finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade

    He says something like "you and me babe, how about it?"

    ROMEO:

    "You and me babe, how about it?"

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