All hail Wednesdays, for that is the day on which new episodes of America’s Next Top Model air. I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this show more than just about any other subject in this blog. I’m not sure that this creates an accurate representation of me, but then, I’m not sure that it doesn’t either.
It’s just so good, with the pretty girls, and the not-so-smartness, and the weird photo shoots, and Jay Manuel’s AWFUL HAIR WHY IS IT THAT COLOR ITS NOT NATURAL OR ATTRACTIVE SO WHAT IS THE POINT? And Tyra. Sweet, Tyra, with her giant…ego. You can’t look away.
There are so many things to love:
- Every season there is some poor girl from Oklahoma or something who is COMPLETELY SHOCKED AND DISMAYED by the idea that at some point she will have to take off her clothes for a shoot. Always there is the tearful look into the camera. “I just have too much respect for myself for that. I don’t want to sell my body.” It’s not called America’s Next Top Geologist, sweetheart. Take off your pants.
- Miss Jay’s Legs
- Tyra ‘stepping’
- Tyra flamenco dancing
- Tyra ‘pretending’ to be a crazed diva
If loving America’s Next Top Model is wrong, I don’t want to be right.