Welcome to the Bro Blog! This week the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show excited men and women. Our bro blogger Brandon gives his recap of the show.
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Shortly before the show, someone I follow on Twitter posted, “While you pansies are watching the #VSfashionshow, I’ll be off doing man stuff. Enjoy.”
Well. Since I happen to contend that watching models strut across a stage in sparkly lingerie and who stop to blow me a kiss and wink at me to the tune of performances by some of music’s biggest names is actually quite the manly activity—I watched.
The fact is, weighed and measured, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show makes for some damn good TV. It’s flashy—it’s sexy—it’s fun—it sells. Cameras cut quickly between some of the world’s most gorgeous women modeling the newest lingerie and America’s hottest pop stars belting out their latest hits. I don’t bump Bieber in my free time, but the kid put on a couple of impressive performances. Same goes for Rihanna and Bruno Mars. They all nailed it. Even watching from home, I was able to pick up on the electric atmosphere in that building.
Surprisingly, what I enjoyed most were the backstage cutaways—CBS kept viewers in the behind-the-scenes loop. They showed a model getting to the stage late because of a malfunction with a hat she was supposed to wear. We heard one crewmember go off about how a girl put on the wrong outfit. They aired their mistakes. It added suspense. That kind of insider’s perspective isn’t something frequently offered on network television.
Even the model interviews, I thought, worked. Not only are we getting to watch these girls dominate the stage, but we even learn about their lifestyles, ranging from their worst date experiences (one model’s hair once caught fire) to their ideal qualities in men (I had my notepad out…joking…kind of).
The show as a whole, to me, was in one simple word—cool. But not ‘cool’ with the connotation of average. Not cool like eh. Instead—cool like Saved by the Bell. Cool like the Dos Equis guy. Cool like something you wish you could be a part of. My eyes were glued for every minute.
Even though that Twitter guy won’t, I know I’ll be watching next year. I recommend you join me.