Blender has set a new standard in committee-think with their composite Britney cover.
Not only do they put the poor tart's head on an uncredited model's body (which is probably, sadly, in her portfolio), they puss out by flagging the image as a composite. To pile insult upon injury, the tragic and desperate use of the word 'truthiness' is an exercise in pathos.
As if this wasn't enough pussing out, the composition suggests that hitting rock bottom means smoking cigarettes and drinking diet Red Bull. Hello? It's Brit-ney Spe-ars.
Even allowing for the culturally-ravaged, post-wardrobe-malfunction neo-fundamentalist, sexual dystopia we live in, the decision of Jordache to Photoshopically amputate Heidi Klum's nipples is a profoundly bizarre one.
What were the possible logical processes that made this happen? Did they think no-one would notice? How could this make any sense? Unbelievable.
Apparently some idiot at Maxim magazine felt Kata Dobo was too chubby and let loose with the warping and the distorting. Or perhaps her bathroom tiles are deliberately crooked.