The outcry, or applause, was enormous. Internet shows clamored for her to interview. Commentators that people read made jokes. Commentators that no one read but used their comments section deplored the lack of morality in the nation’s youth. Teenagers thought it was hysterical, parents thought she was a bad role model. Yet despite all the attention, Rome was stricken yet again with a curious growth spurt. Whereas the sex scene that marked her debut several years ago had been followed by a jump in four inches, this time her body stretched itself out almost an entire foot. Rome went from being 5 feet, 5 inches to 6 feet, four inches. Her father, worried protector that he always was, summoned the best doctors he could find yet none could offer any explanation for the sudden increase in height. She told interviewers that she wasn’t in much pain but often felt extraordinarily tired and uninterested in doing anything while the spurt came over her. Most of her clothes could no longer fit (again) and clothing companies offered to supply a wardrobe if she would wear them in all her web albums. She agreed and things settled down again for a while. When I think back about what I liked about Rome as a fan, it is probably this phase the most. Not in the sense that her work improved (it didn’t), but rather just that this was when I found her the most attractive. The height boost had stretched out her body considerably, but it seemed to make all the features align themselves just right. When you saw her on the clothing plug photos, she just seemed healthy and happy. Maybe a bit clumsy with the new height but not concerned, still laughing, and still having fun. But it was not to last.
