{"id":2349,"date":"2007-05-23T12:14:13","date_gmt":"2007-05-23T20:14:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/wordpress\/archives\/2007\/05\/it_takes_a_good_cancer_to_stomach_tom_ford.html"},"modified":"2007-05-23T12:14:13","modified_gmt":"2007-05-23T20:14:13","slug":"it_takes_a_good","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/archives\/2007\/05\/it_takes_a_good.html","title":{"rendered":"It Takes A Good Cancer To Stomach Tom Ford"},"content":{"rendered":"

Putting the Tom Ford profile<\/a> in New York Magazine’s cancer issue was an editorial masterstroke — so if you get disgusted by passages like:<\/p>\n

At 45, Ford is still the only handsome male fashion designer, with perfect stubble, manicured nails, and not an ounce of fat: “When my clothes are getting tight, that’s not a sign to me that I need to go to another size — it’s a reminder that I have to stop eating, or suffer,” he explains.<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

“I am my own muse,” he says.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

. . . you can just follow it with, you know, Rose Tisnado’s first-person account about living out her final days in a hospice<\/a>:<\/p>\n

Hospice embraced me. It’s incredible what they do. If I had money, I’d leave it to them. I called to schedule when I could come in, and they said, “No, honey, we come to you.” Before, I could barely get out of bed half the time; they gave me a fentanyl patch — that’s a pain patch — and I couldn’t believe the difference. Then my hospice doctor put me on steroids, and a day later I was eating like a horse — having fantasies about roast beef and Yorkshire pudding at three in the morning. I called my family, chattering away, and my brother said, “Rose, you sound high.” And I said, “I am!” When I’m sick, you know, I can be a cranky bitch — just roll over and want to die. But when I’m well, I feel absolutely, let’s say, cured! And to continue living my life is obviously what I would want to do. I mean, everybody would.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Or if you get nauseated (sorry, wrong word) when you see something like “‘I feel,’ [Ford] says breathily, ‘that I am keyed into the female consciousness'” just flip back to, say, Jenny Saldana’s account of surviving breast cancer<\/a>:<\/p>\n

Even now, I’ve not gotten used to seeing myself without the nipple. I used to sleep naked, and I don’t anymore. And listen — you can look at me and you’ll never know that I have a tummy tit. But I see the little differences. I see that the new breasts aren’t as full on top. Still, now I’m even more proud of my breasts; I just want to show them, and I want to see if anyone notices the difference. I want to feel normal. I miss my breast. With this one, I kind of feel like I have a turkey stapled to my chest. A month after the surgery, when they took the bandages off my breast, the scar was really raw and black — and I lost it that day. I was calling myself the Bride of Frankenboob.<\/p>\n

I’m at the point now that I need to feel like I’m the sexiest girl alive. I’m just starting to feel like a woman again. And it’s very important to be reassured that I’m still attractive. That may sound vain, but that’s what women need.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Putting the Tom Ford profile in New York Magazine’s cancer issue was an editorial masterstroke — so if you get disgusted by passages like: At 45, Ford is still the only handsome male fashion designer, with perfect stubble, manicured nails, and not an ounce of fat: “When my clothes are getting tight, that’s not a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[67],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2349","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-things_that_make_you_go_oy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2349","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2349"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2349\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2349"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2349"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}