Happy 30th birthday! Kate Moss, Kate Moss, Kate … Moss … I got nothing. Were this, say, 1995-ish, I’d have made some waify jokes or something, but lately you seem to have filled out a bit, reaching almost healthy proportions, and I think the waif well has been tapped dry, anyway. I will say that you make me think of Moss-Man, this retarded swamp creature from “Masters of the Universe.” My brother had the Moss-Man toy and it was covered in icky, nappy, green mung and it stunk like sweaty dog. Hey, what’s pete moss, anyway?