I would like you to know that I am not critical of anything women do with their bodies. (Editor’s note: The Todd will disagree and tell you I am wildly judgemental. But he’s not here right nowto argue about it.) Anyway, I saw this picture of little Debbie Gibson–ah, sorry, DEBORAH Gibson. She used to look like a slim, normal human woman. She’s actually proud of this withered and cadaverous form. Here’s what she said: “I’m at 114 pounds. I was okay at my previous weight, but I felt like my inner diva did not match my outer diva.”
“I feel hotter and more in control. It’s even improved my sex life. You shouldn’t get your whole self-worth from how you look, but at 39, I think it’s okay to focus on the outside a bit if it makes you feel good.”
Look at her chest! It’s like a xylophone! What happened to the former teen idol who cleverly reinvented herself on Broadway and didn’t end up a cutter and coke hound? Who IS this haggard creature?