What a better way to recover from the national binge eating holiday than to watch extremely skinny super models strut their...ahem, tits on the glitterized runway. I'm sorry, I would say "strut their stuff," but there's no stuffing involved. I spent the entire day anticipating a giant turkey sandwich I'd be having for dinner when I finally got home, but instead of reaching into my fridge to grab my Thanksgiving leftovers, I sat on my couch drinking a glass of water and wishing I had a celery stick the gnaw on. When the first model came onto the runaway, the first thing I that slipped out of my mouth was "Goddamn, I need a gym membership."