Modeling is the only industry (in our patriarchal society) that elevates women so fast and so far above men that those we call "models" are women and those we call "male models" are moot.

The female model is everything the male model is not. From runways to covers to billboards to spreads, she is the bedrock, she is the breadwinner, she is the Man.

The male model is secondary. He is an adjunct, an accessory, a politically correct afterthought. To corporate psychologies of beauty and worth, the male model is meaningless.

And he knows it.

He competes for fewer jobs; he works for less money; he furthers himself however necessary. He exists in a paradox in which the world tells him he is everything yet his profession tells him he is nothing, and he is frustrated.