Dot writes: in the free paper this morning there was a little item the details of which – the names and crucial stuff like that – have now trickled from my sieve-like brain, but it was something like this: some researchers in Italy have argued that it’s a mistake to move away from using size zero models because it encourages obesity. When I was trying to dig up this story on the internet just now, and failing, I realised that there is nothing new I could possibly say about this issue (though I do feel compelled to add my voice to those pointing out that “plus-size” is not obese – size 12 counts as “plus-size”, for goodness sake). But it occurs to me that it’s been a long time since I related images of models to myself in any way at all. I suppose when I was younger I looked at the pretty people wearing nice clothes in magazines like Mizz and felt inferior. But these days they just seem like a different breed altogether, especially the catwalk models who always seem to be made to wear their fringes over their eyes and a dress in the shape of a fridge. Are those women? Are those clothes? Not from the perspective of someone who goes shopping twice a year to buy emergency cardigans in M & S, anyway. Is this maturity?