Normally, I think Vogue is kind of a useless magazine, mostly because I couldn't give two shits about fashion (except for Tom Ford. What can I say? The man is grade-a hunky.) However, Tina Fey is on the cover this week, and since I have a big ol' girl crush on TIna Fey, I'm temporarily lifting my apathy toward Vogue. Here's one of the better quotes from Tina:

People will say, 'Oh, fashion magazines are so bad, they're giving girls a negative message'--but we're also the fattest country in the world, so it's not like we're all looking at fashion magazines and not eating. Maybe it just starts a shame cycle: I'm never going to look like that model, so... Chicken McNuggets it is! And conversely, I don't look at models who are crazy skinny and think I want to look like that, because a lot of them are gigantic, with giant hands and giant feet. (Source)

To be honest, I totally agree with her on the skinny thing; Who the frak wants to look like a human xylophone? That being said, as someone who made (and consumed, no less) the McNuggetini, all I can say is that the shame comes after the McNugget. Morbid curiosity comes before, then shame and self-loathing comes after.