Maybe this move was to create some competition with Vogue [whose issue of the same month had its own documentary for God's sake] or to form a little controversy over a fat person in a magazine (Gasp! The horror!), or just to finally wake up and smell reality’s coffee. Before you jump to conclusions, you should know that I am thrilled to finally see a little meat on these ladies’ bones and while I understand the appeal of seeing a nude “full-figured” model is to show what this country believes is the “normal” body type, let me be the first to stand up and say that not all are created equal. Oh, I wasn’t the first the say that? Then, rather, I’ll say that not all models are broken into two simple categories: plus-sized and those other skinny chicks.

Designers have made it a point to cast ridiculously thin models to act as human hangers for their cloth creations, but the fact is that women want to wear those newest collections. We want to see how the clothes translate into our everyday, and that is absolutely impossible to do when looking at a 110 pound 13-year-old tripping down the runway.

Most women have different shapes of pear or apple or celery or whatever vegetable or fruit we are comparing ourselves to this season. But why must the girls be naked? What point were they trying to prove? As women, we understand that cellulite and a little chub here or there is a part of life. I would much rather see some clothes on their bodies so that women with similar shapes may take dressing notes. But to look at all that skin? Let’s be serious, I feel uncomfortable being naked in the comfort of my own shower, but here is my point: ladies with curves should never be a novelty. If a majority of women in America have this so-called larger body type, then why should we need to stand up and cheer when it is finally put into a magazine? Doing so should be as normal as apple pie, a white picket fence, a flag with stars and stripes, or baseball. Aren’t all of those things just as American?

Sara is a 24 year old certified archivist with a passion for wall collages, eating soup, thrift shopping, and old books. Past fashion faux pas include sandals with socks, wearing the same sweatshirt for an entire week straight, and owning a fanny pack. Read her daily tomfoolery at www.sarazucker.com.

Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions, but, who is to say that bloggers are nothing less than journalists in their own right? Ironically enough, the former bro is currently gaining as much attention as the latter bro, having just signed a deal with Style.com. Yes, that’s Tommy Ton signed to Style.com — run by Vogue, heard of it? — where he is currently being touted proudly as “Our Man In Milan.” Oh, and he inherited that position from another blogger bro: Scott Shuman, aka The Sartorialist.

It’s 2009. It’s about time that talents are recognized, regardless of résumé.

It is also important to note that since the invention of the Internet, increasing attention has been paid toward the fashion world; magazines have been folding left and right, yet thousands of new websites are created each day. And, to be sure, social-networking has helped to aid in the dissemination of information. Fashion “bible” WWD has garnered over 1.2 million followers on Twitter and the newest generation of bloggers seem to be more important than ever; 13-year-old Tavi of Style Rookie scampered from runway show to runway show [with the accompaniment of her father] this past season, which raises the question of how age and education are truly weighed when explosive creativity is at play. Achieving popularity has been more about how authors have redistributed knowledge from experience by going out into the world, whether physically or electronically.

To say that e-writers are “the future” is a bit of cliché, but I truly feel there isn’t much difference between myself and already-respected writers; I could do as much research, speak to as many people, and have the potential to work as hard if given the opportunity. (And have all the free time of a 13-year old!) I may not have the same closets, connections, or credentials as some of those who have risen to the top, but, who is to say that I couldn’t in the future?

I, and many others, could. Plus, I have great hair.

Sara is a 24 year old certified archivist with a passion for wall collages, eating soup, thrift shopping, and old books. Past fashion faux pas include sandals with socks, wearing the same sweatshirt for an entire week straight, and owning a fanny pack. Read her daily tomfoolery at www.sarazucker.com.