The last ten minutes of Top Model are as important to me as the last ten minutes of a really close football game.

I love how people who instantly assume that fashion or whatever can’t possibly be important, and so calling and going on and on about five different football games (which only started like three minutes ago!) will be met by anything other than only politeness while I try to catch what’s going on in the final judging.

I’m sick of people’s judgment. Pardon me for being feminine and not being afraid to admit it. Fuck you if you disagree.