They can take your lives, but they can never take your Very Sexy Bra!

I'm currently watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show and it's about as silly as you'd think it would be. I've seen huge wings made out of branches, gold fabric, fur, feathers and pink and blue cotton. It's like a weird mix of attempted high fashion and well, T&A all melted into an hour-long infomercial for Victoria's Secret.

There were women in Scottish highlands costumes, dressed as stewardesses and even playing cards were incorporated into the lingerie. It was hysterical. Some of the things I'd say were suitable for costumes, but other than that -- sheer silliness.

Now, it's been forever since I bought a bra from Victoria's Secret (42DD will do that to ya), but this has been pretty entertaining to watch, if anything for the backstage antics. I like seeing the production assistants yelling at the cameramen ("I'm warning you once, you cross this line I'll KICK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASSES OUT"*) or swatting at paparazzi who are trying to sneak a boobie shot.

After watching the models too, I understand how they do that fierce walk. Writer David Rakoff said that models, like cats, are the only creatures to cross over an imaginary central line. And the walk actually does something. I did it for Jeff and as he observed, my shoulders bounced more (well, he might have said other stuff bounced too, but I was wearing a big bathrobe, so it was hard to tell). If you're selling tight clothes, I suppose you need the bounce. And lo, there was a lot of bounce at this show.

* OK. The production assistant didn't say it, but you could tell she wanted to.