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11.05.2009

Healthy as a Horse

Dear reader(s), I am sick. Again. All I can do is read girly graphic novels and watch TV. And it's time for me to comment on this fall's ANTM. If this girl—the half-nekkid one next to the large equine—is not America's Next Top Model, I will be sorely disappointed. Disappointed in Tyra Banks and all of humanity. Well, I guess I wouldn't cry if Laura won, either. She is sweet, and the queen of the frozen-food aisle, after all.

4.08.2009

Smile with Allison's Doll Eyes

Top Model pulled a double feature tonight—besides the regular episode, they also aired the usual mid-cycle hour of recap and outtakes. Now that it's down to seven girls, I reveal ... MY FAVORITES (in alphabetical order):

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.