News reaches us from The Huffington Post that supermodel and mother-of-four Heidi Klum has revealed in a recent interview with InStyle that she keeps naked pictures of herself hanging in the family bathroom.
Now, as much as the thought of picturing your own parents naked is liable to turn your stomach cold and force your eyeballs to roll back in their sockets, there is something to be said for this as a parental approach. Provided that they aren’t overly explicit pics – and she hasn’t taken to covering every inch of available wall space with flesh shots – then this will likely encourage a practical and healthy attitude towards to the human body (certainly it will stop her two sons from spending prolonged periods locked in the bathroom in later life).
Which is all very well and good. But putting naked pictures of yourself up in your own house? Good grief! Do these people never have company round?
Imagine sitting for dinner at the Klums. Seal’s in the kitchen stirring a risotto, the kids are running about in the living room, Heidi’s putting out a little bowl of peanuts and offering you a glass of wine. Because your mother raised you correctly, you would like to wash your hands before you eat. You ask politely where the bathroom is and you are directed upstairs, second on your left.
There you find yourself greeted by a series of glossy ten-by-twelves of your hostess, minus the evening wear she is currently covered by, and all you can see is her parts spilling up over her crossed arms, her bare bum smiling over the top of some very low-slung jeans, her cocked head watching you as you try to get up a good lather.
It must make for some incredibly awkward party talk.
Image courtesy of heidiklum.com