As loath as I am to admit this, I actually watched an entire season of America’s Next Top Model this last weekend.
What a bizarre universe! I feel like I stepped into a totally foreign place where yes means no and no means yes. Who knew models “played” the game and mindfucked each other to sabotage their “challenges?” In the first place I love Janice Dickenson because she’s totally batshit crazy. Like Whitney Houston only with Jack and vicodin instead of crack. Her breasts totally defy age and gravity. I love that. Anyway, so she gave them advice on “the dark side” of modeling like drinking champagne and falling off the runway. And to further the whole “dark side” thing they hired an actress to tell them all they were fat and ugly at a casting call. Becuse mindfucking women with major self image issues is oh so fun for tv! Still, a trainwreck and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Oh and just waiting for moments when Nigel Barker was on. Holy moley, what a man! Whoo!
Anyway, I felt dirty when it was over. Like I took part in something totally bad for me and others, LOL. I can’t say I’d watch another season, I think I got the gist of it. Human beings are so odd and fascinating.