Beam me up... Fiercely

So, I had planned to blog something personal, about some of my more anal-retentive tendencies like being early (for everything) and a few others, which would have been interesting, to be sure, (if I do say so myself!) if a little lengthy.

Or, I suppose I could write about how terrified I am of Sarah Palin and how she and John McCain haunt my nightmares on a regular basis (and? can I just say that no self-respecting Hillary Clinton supporter would EVER, EVER change sides and vote for THAT. Ever. That is all I am going to say. Until I have more to say though, obviously.

But I'm not gonna do either of those things. Instead, I'm going to talk about the new cycle of America's Next Top Model ("heeeyyyy!") that started last night. That's a lot more fun to think about, n'est c'e pas? I love that show. I can't even tell you why, so much. I'm not much of a reality tv fan otherwise, but get 14 girls on a catwalk, doing crazy photo shoots or getting Tyra mail and I am totally there, in front of the tube, unable to look away. I missed the first maybe 15 minutes though, so I have no idea what they were doing with the whole space-age futuristic theme, although I did enjoy the line "Beam us up. Fiercely." I also like the interview phases with the girls and I feel bad when they aren't able to do things like name 5 fashion designers or 5 working models. I can, and I'm not even in the industry. It's just silly to go in and say you want to be a model and not know even the most basic things about the business. The one question that would have stumped me would have been when Nigel asked Marjorie who her favorite photographer was. She eventually said what I would have answered, "Uhh, you?"

This cycle is shaping up to be quite interesting already - there's a pre-op transsexual chick, Isis, who kind of rocks, a crazy red-headed boxer chick from Lake Forest (of all places!) whose name is Brittany, but because there were 3 girls with that name, 2 of them had to change, so she changed hers to "McKey", a zen Asian chick from Harlem, a girl from "the sticks" (her words, not mine) of Alaska, the token bitchy southern chick who wants to win and will let no one stand in her way (including Isis. I wonder who would win that fight, huh?) - Clark is her name and she looks sort of like Blake Lively from Gossip Girl, only not as cute (rrraaaooow!), there's a vegan girl who's also bi, and oh, I don't even remember all the rest of them. It is too early for favorites. The judges remain the sexy noted fashion photographer Nigel Barker, Runway coach extraordinaire Miss J, Paulina I'm going-to-spell-her-name-wrong Poriskova, and Tyra.

The first to go was ShaRaun (another Brittany who had to change her name) from Chicago.

Until next week (and I promise I will not use this space to deconstruct each and every episode... unless the mood strikes me, of course...)