Doutzen Kroes, Rosie Huntington-Whitely, Candice Swanepoel and Miranda Kerr celebrating shopping in LAI’ve blown a few of my own kisses in life and don’t want to rain on anyone’s ‘golly, gee life is wonderful’ brand message. So I’ll keep this short and not be a kill joy.

Writing about the Victoria’s Secret Angels in LA this week, dishing out the ‘What Is Sexy” awards, I thought the girls looked great, but paused over the kiss-blowing photo. It hit me as more than a bit superficial, after digesting the sexiest lips, sexiest butt … all the sexiest body parts. Victoria’s Secret did give a sexiest sense of humor award to Ellen.

Being on good behavior, I moved on. But I got out the kiss-blowing photo again today, after reading the Shakespeare-worthy story of former Victoria’s Secret fashion show model Noemi Lenoir, who has a big following in Europe.  Lenoir is erroneously called an Angel in much press. Being an Angel is a higher calling, but I could be wrong here about the supermodel. If Noemi Lenoir was an Angel, her contract wasn’t renewed.