I must say, every year you never cease to amaze. The annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, or what I like to call “Christmas coming early,” has always been quite the spectacle. Watching the most beautiful, exotic women work the runway was the highlight of my otherwise monotonous Tuesday. But is it me, or has the show slowly become too theatrical? A lingerie fashion show, inspired by the world’s largest lingerie company, showcasing much more than lingerie? Last night, I witnessed balloons, candy canes—even half of a damn bicycle. It just seems a little counter-productive to me—to cover up lingerie with things you wouldn’t even find in a bedroom. Then again, it’s art. And I’m a man—albeit, one with simple tastes.
Also, why was there an acoustic performance by Justin Bieber—minus the models? I get it, the angels walk the runway to performances from the year’s hottest musicians. But the kid was by himself.. sitting on a stool.. in white leather. Needless to say, I did not catch this “Bieber Fever” everyone talks about. However, I cannot say the same for the models who were all over him. But why go after the prepubescent-looking teen in white leather when you can date a real man—one that knows how to take care of you! I mean, he can sing, but seriously? I’m mature, cultured, and have lived many more lifetimes. I can be the cure to your “Bieber Fever!” I digress—to each his own, I guess.
Overall, I loved the show. I especially loved watching it with my Sugar Baby. There are very few things that men and women can agree to watch, and this is annual extravaganza tops the list. I appreciate beauty, and I must commend the “angels” for looking, well, angelic. So I tip my hat to you, Victoria’s Secret.
A Satisfied Sugar Daddy