Too Perfect

I spent the last weekend at Glamourcon in Los Angeles... right by LAX. This was one of the strangest events I have ever attended. I walk in the front door and found three rows of Playboy Playmates and their Internet counterparts. Circling around these air-brushed beauties were a plethora of photographers and fans all hoping to get a closer look. Now I won't go into many details about the fans, some of who were beyond interesting, but it was the models that struck me as fascinating. Not for their obvious endowments, but the sheer contrast to the fans and the similiarties to all the other models. When I spend time at comic conventions... there is always that comradere between the fans and the creators. The distance between the two is not far and a fan today could be the next big thing tomorrow. But at a model convention, the little blond with the silcon enhancements is about as far away from the guy in the dress shirt and overalls as you can get. Now the thing that caught my eye the most was how little caught my eye. If one of these models walked into a bar late at night, every man in the place would suffer whiplash. But here that same woman just blends into the crowd. I stood by the front door and watched two dozen models walked by and other then hair color they all looked almost identicle. One stood out because she was very tall, and another seemed a little too pregnant to be wearing a mesh shirt... but overall everyone looked the same. Odd weekend.