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Showing posts with label antm. Show all posts
11.05.2009
Healthy as a Horse

4.08.2009
Smile with Allison's Doll Eyes

Allison
I love her eyes, her obsession with nose bleeds, and that pink dress she wore that one time. (Previous ANTM contestant point of reference: Heather. Or Marjorie. The weird girls.)
Celia
It's obvious she loves fashun, and she's pretty competent all around. Plus, that tattletale act was pure entertainment. I see top three in her future. (Previous ANTM contestant point of reference: Melrose.)
Fo
She is so cute with those freckles and the haircut that made her cry. (Previous ANTM contestant point of reference: Saleisha.)
I also like Aminat, and I wouldn't be surprised if Teyona won what with Tyra's love for her wind-tunnel face. But Natalie's a snob-and-a-half, and you know London is outta there soon.
11.16.2008
And She Was SENT HOME

Wednesday is the finale of ANTM Cycle 11—we've said goodbye to transgendered Isis, Hannah Alaska, control freak Elina, and sassy, sassy Sheena. But last week marked the elimination of one of my favorites. Marjorie the shy French girl, the photogenic bundle of nerves, the self-proclaimed Hunchback of Notre Dame. She gives a nice exit interview here.
Analeigh for the win. Yo.

2.21.2008
Fierce Fashion Thursday
First of all, Cycle 10. Is America's Next Top Model the poor girl's version of Project Runway? I don't have cable, so Wednesday night means Tyra for me. How did the weird Brooklyn girl—Lauren, I think she's called—make it all the way to Top 14? I love her so far. And I can't wait for Fatima's makeover. That hair has got to go. (By the way, if you want ANTM recaps, go to fourfour and Fred Flare. I could never compete with them, so I'm not even going to try.)
In other news, girls rule the web! So says the New York Times. Not really a surprise. Girls have always been more into keeping diaries, compiling photo albums and alienating friends with the venom of slambooks. The Internet is just another venue for all that, and these creative young girls are so lucky to have it. I would have loved Facebook and blogs and podcasts at that age. Alas, I didn't even have an e-mail address until I was 15 or 16. And when I first logged on to Prodigy at a friend's house in sixth grade, we were totally just looking for boys.
In other news, girls rule the web! So says the New York Times. Not really a surprise. Girls have always been more into keeping diaries, compiling photo albums and alienating friends with the venom of slambooks. The Internet is just another venue for all that, and these creative young girls are so lucky to have it. I would have loved Facebook and blogs and podcasts at that age. Alas, I didn't even have an e-mail address until I was 15 or 16. And when I first logged on to Prodigy at a friend's house in sixth grade, we were totally just looking for boys.
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