Oh boy, they got me. They make me watch week after week. They make me feel
excited that the new season is just one week away. Oh please say I won’t have other
obligations on that night,,, cause I just might not go.
I am talking about the phenomena, America’s Next Top Model. I have watched every
single show since the first season. Have you? Am I pathetic? Another Reality TV show
junkie! Is it a crying shame that I look at those skinny children and for about a day after
take a little extra care in how I look? Do I need to be spanked because I go to the
mirror to see how beautiful I am or not, that I check to see if my split ends could mean
ruin for all that I hold dear, that the pimple that often appears front and center makes
me think for a moment that a $39 vanishing cream is an important investment?
Some days I say, “Hey, you’re kinda cute today” to that face smiling back at me, but
some days I feel disappointed that a strange extra chin has attached itself to my face
and a pimple (at my age!!) has followed suit. Those little chicas on the show don’t
have extra chins. Ever. Should I admit that I find myself doing that little pokey talk
thingie they do after watching the show? I better keep that secret to myself. But do
you notice that models seem to poke out their lips while talking? What is up with that?
It doesn’t even look natural. So why the heck am I doing it??!?!?!? (laugh)
I am a feminist most days; I am a believer of inward beauty first, outward beauty, a
fringe benefit. But on other days, I might be just as shallow as the next gal as I notice
my insides tingle at the site of someone beautiful. When looking for a partner or
someone to date, I never imagine how inwardly beautiful the awkward one with the
unsymmetrical face could be. Never occurs to me at all. That’s because I am so
preoccupied wondering what the one with the almond eyes and dazzling smile and style
might have to say if given the chance at conversation.
I love a cutie. Ideally the cutie will have an original mind and also be knowledgeable of
a thing or two. But before I can get to the examination of the internal, cuteness is first.
Did American television do this to me? Oh I don’t know, maybe we’ll examine that some
other time.
Meanwhile, please don’t call during America’s Next Top Model. Please, cause I won’t
answer the phone. But do call during the commercial break, and we can play expert
about beauty and discuss our opinions about what perfect little witch of a girl should go
home that week.