As I watched the girls get glammed up, I had some revelations--I realized I was sick and tired of seeing some things. So here they are--the 5 things ANTM could use less of:
- Phony drama. Do we have to endure any more bitch fights? Honestly--it's like watching Mean Girls without the humor. And why do the girls have to freak out about getting their hair done or posing nude? They're models, after all--it's what they DO. Quit your crying and pose, damn it!
- Smoking. I live in the Seattle area, a place where smoking is almost as taboo as voting Republican (and believe me, I am not complaining about that). So it's shocking for me to see a pack of pretty, young women puffing away as if it were normal. I hate to sound like a whacked-out anti-smoking zealot, and I realize that smoking is part of the fashion world. But do we have to see it? Eating disorders are often part of the modeling world too, but would the CW execs show the girls puking after each meal? I think not.
- Product placement. You know things are out of hand when there is a commercial for a commercial! Yet, there it is week after week--the ad that says "Stay tuned for Cover Girl's Life as a Super Model commercial." Ummm....what? Stay tuned for a commercial? When I am watching a show filled with not-so-subtle hints that I should be buying Cover Girl makeup and reading Seventeen magazine? Enough already! The product placement bits are so bizarre and awkward and they just bring the show down.
- Models doing their own makeup. Yikes. It's like letting little children pick out their own clothing--you know they're going to end up wearing a combo of polka-dots, plaids, and stripes. Last night the girls caked on the wrong colors of lipstick, smeared hideous (Cover Girl) eye shadow on their lids, and attempted to paint their nails--all in 60 seconds. The fashion biz is loaded with makeup artists...why in the world would you let a bunch of models paint their own faces?
- Renee. She's vial, insecure, and embodies everything I hated about girls in high school and college. The fake self confidence, the "I'm so mature and you're a child" attitude....oh barf. Get over yourself and try to wipe that sour look off your face.