Ah. America’s Next Top Model. Last week saw a large portion of the girls being eliminated, and only 13 being left behind to fight it out. That’s right, last night, after watching 30 Rock on SABC3 (If you don’t watch this show, you should. It’s probably the best show on TV at the moment), and then The Amazing Race, I flipped over to once again begin watching what I now consider to be the most entertaining show on TV. You just can’t make this shit up.
This week, the girls pranced around, the Asian one drank to much champagne (and fell over a couple of times – champagne and stilettos: fashion no-no), and they moved into their new house. And what better way to say “Hello house, we’re models” than getting naked in the jacuzzi. Oh, the cheap tricks people use to get ratings.
What left me slightly disappointed this week was last week’s promise of the girls going bald. I was genuinely looking forward to them being marched in to a military-style hairdresser, devoid of mirrors, with an ageing veteran taking a set of clippers to their heads. But alas. It was not to be. Instead:
Bald Caps. I mean really. What a bloody cop out. What the hell it the point then? I was surprised though. Some girls looked good, and some looked not so good at all. But what really got me is that none of these girls know how to “work the camera.” I have no idea what that phrase means, but the gay guy with the silver hair was saying it – a lot.
Last week I moaned about all the stereotypes promoted, and I spoke of some of my favourites. I was really sad to see Racist-Republican-Girl-from-Texas, Dani, leave along with some of the other girls that were eliminated last week. Last night, it was however good to see that some stereotypes where still there.
The problem is, they now live together. That’s right, 13 (well, now 12) underweight, feisty and hungry bitches all under one roof. And don’t even get me started on the decor. The entire place is covered either in pictures of previous winners, or Tyra herself. Oh dear. I predict things to happen in this house. Bad, bad things.
And then finally: Redneck-Trailer-Park-Chic-Hillbilly-Blondie.
I liked her. I really did. She wasn’t as fake as the rest of them, she spoke like Jamie Lee Curtis in My Name is Earl, and when you screamed: “Oh my God!” at something new, it seemed like she genuinely meant it. I’m going to miss her, but I take issue (and giggle on the inside) when Tyra said: “Who do we keep? The one who doesn’t photograph well (the other girl) or the girl who doesn’t really have much potential (our favourite hillbilly).” WTF woman? Nice way to keep the girls esteem up.
And s0, one by one, the stereotypes vanish. Stay tuned.
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