I won't try too hard to explain or justify it, but I'm getting a guilty pleasure vibe from Celebrity Fit Club: Men Vs. Women
And some of that guilty pleasure is this: One of the participants is former teen pop singer Tiffany
Who got curvy and hot
. (Edited To Add:
Hey, here's a better shot
I didn't even recognize her at first, beyond a vague Where do I know her from...?
thing. And what's her last name?
, I thought, missing the point; she'd come from (to borrow Gilbert Gottfried's term) The Land of the One-Named People, back when she was performing concerts in shopping malls and covering "I Think We're Alone Now" and The Beatles. I didn't pay as much attention to her back then as I did similar popster Debbie (now Deborah) Gibson
; apparently I hadn't developed my thing for redheads yet, plus I actually liked Gibson's songs (I can still remember "Electric Youth"!) whereas Tiffany's stuff was just kind of there
, in the background of my Top-40 music experience. That was 1987.
Jump to 2007, and I run into her on cable, and she has an appeal I didn't really see 20 years ago. Maybe that appeal comes from co-starring with infamous charisma vacuum Dustin "Screech" Diamond, who is certainly succeeding at being the show's person you want to hate (not even "love to hate," just hate; God, he's unappealing), and she shines brighter in comparison. But she seems genuinely to be trying to get into healthier shape (willingly showing body flaws that she'd like to reduce); she seems likeable; she hasn't plastic-surgery'd herself into oblivion; and, honestly, her curves look good on her.
If it's OK for me to borrow supremegoddess1
's terminology, she could get it.
That is all.