Once a year, I get to prove just how gay I may possibly be.
Instead of ogling the T&A walking the catwalk, I comment on how great the house music is.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Kudos to whomever they get to remix the shit out of standards.
It makes watching skinny women who speak no English walk around in underwear feel less perverted.
In related news, the producers have also included backstage snippets (or should I say nip-slippets) of the Amazons dancing around. Haha. You think white people can't dance, fuck. These largely Brazilian hangars make white people look like James Brown.