How does admiration work? Is admiring someone the same thing as looking up to someone? A role model?
My favourite person in the whole world is Kirstie Allsop, even though I hear she's Conservative. Why do I admire, love, adore her? Oh it's all so superficial. I don't admire her because she's invented a cure for cancer, because she's set up a business from scratch whilst living in a council flat with no heating and neither do I admire her because she's such a strong and inspiring mother. No fuck that! I loooove her because she shows me TV programmes about knitting, making sausages and painting houses in pastel colours. She also wears things like floral, vintage dresses and wellies, and finally she's not a size 8 but I still want to be her and look like her. Proof yet again that stick thin is never the choice I'd make. I love this girl, she loves junk, I love junk. She is like the best friend that I totally need.
And a healthy political debate never hurt anyone, did it?
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