As I study some pictures from various other media outlets of the up and coming new-aged model Agyness Deyn — the woman dubbed, “the fashion industry’s next supermodel” — I can’t help but think that I must’ve missed the fashion boat on this one.

The short bob, the platinum – almost white – hair, is too much like the twiggy era for me to think Ms. Deyn is breaking a new fashion mold, when really, she’s just playing copy cat to some of fashions oldest trendsetters. If it wasn’t for Henry Holland who discovered Ms. Deyn, this wanna-be may not have been the face of Armani in ’07 or won the 2007 British model of the year award.

I used to love the way models looked; tall, slender (note I said slender, not emaciated or malnourished) and elegant, gliding down the runway with confidence I wished to exude, but never could master. Now, when I watch fashion shows, look at magazine spreads or stare up at billboards, I can’t help but feel the Agyness Deyn’s of this era are seriously lacking in the sheek-ness that once was what fashion stood for.

Their frail frames, gaunt cheek bones, androgynous look and blank, lifeless stares pale in comparison to the Cindy Crawford’s or Christy Brinkley’s of an older generation. My only fear is that if Agyness Deyn is blowing up on PerezHilton.com as a fierce competitor in the model industry, what does this mean for the future of America’s fashion image?

How do you feel about Ms. Deyn?

As I walked into work this morning, I was confronted by a strange, strange sight. In my post-commute, pre-coffee stupor, I almost ran into someone, and it took me a minute to figure out what was going on. Why was I eye level with a shoulder blade? Why was I surrounded by resort wear on a 45 degree day? Why did I see miles and miles of legs? Being the shortest one in the room I’m used to, but having to drop my head all the way back to look at a dozen designer sunglass-ed faces I am not.

The fog lifted, and it dawned on me. Models. It was a parade of models.

In all fairness, The Today Show is filmed outside my office building on a daily basis. I have seen all manner of odd things, from circus performers to weddings to Beyonce (who, coincidentally, I also almost ran into. What is wrong with me?!). But this one, for some reason, was more jarring than most.

My height, my weight, my decidedly half-assed business-casual attire and half-heartedly blow-dried hair were all thrown into sharp relief. How did these alien people, who have done nothing but exist in the same air space as me, make me feel like a lesser person than when I entered the building? Read More »

Put on your skinny jeans—you’ve got Tyra Mail!

After some Heather-bashing on Bianca’s part, the girls start this week of America’s Next Top Model off in nude bodysuits, learning how to move in a sexy way. They practice their sexy runway walks and their “wall slides,” before putting on knee pads to crawl across the floors. ANTM is getting x-rated! Bianca looks like she’s crawling across the desert for the last drop of water on earth, and gets miffed when Heather gets praised for what Bianca thinks is an awkward performance.

The next morning, the ladies pile into the van and head off to shoot a music video. With Enrique Iglesias. Finally, a believable challenge! The girls act surprisingly aloof after meeting him, whereas I’m practically hyperventilating on my living room couch, but hey, I guess “dripping with sex” isn’t everyone’s type. Lisa and Heather get picked to be featured in the video, which doesn’t exactly thrill Bianca. I’m sensing a theme for this episode. Read More »

Like me, if you settled into the couch Wednesday night, popcorn in hand, awaiting some supermodel drama, you were probably disappointed to find that America’s Next Top Model was just a recap, devoid of new Tyra-isms, melodramatic judging, and what-will-they-do-next photoshoots.

Hopefully you took the disappointment like a lady, and used the recap episode as an opportunity to make asinine judgments and predictions as to this cycle’s winner. I know I did!

To recap the recap, so far we’ve said tearful goodbyes to clueless but loveable Mila, forgettable Kimberly (who?), snooty Yale priss Victoria, bikini waxer Janet, and ice queen Ebony. I’m still mourning the loss of Janet, who SO deserved to win, and not just because she pretended to give Tyra a bikini wax during the first episode—but alas, I’ve had to name new favorites, predict my new top 3, and of course, speculate as to why each girl will get kicked off.

My completely unscientific yet completely overthought conclusions about the girls still in the running: Read More »

There are a few pick-me-ups I rely on to get me through a rough week of classes and work—beer, Red Bull, my weekly belly dancing class, and of course…Tyra Banks! In case you missed your hump-day dose of impossibly thin and tall women participating in totally unrealistic but nonetheless enthralling photo shoots, I’m here to catch you up.

This week on America’s Next Top Model, things get yummy when model Tyson Beckford comes to the house and has the girls act as spokeswomen for items in their kitchen. The word “moist” is thrown around a lot, thanks at least in part to Tyson Beckford’s presence, I’m sure.

I’m glad to see Tyra’s whole awareness and environment crusade goes further than the first episode, with both the challenge and the photo shoot spreading a good message. First, for their challenge, the girls film a public service announcement for Keep A Child Alive (they’re the ones behind the “I Am African” campaign) in teams of three. No one does particularly well, but Jenah, Ambreal, and Heather win.

Heather gets a photo shoot with Mary J. Blige, while the other two get gift baskets, which, uh, sucks. Read More »

If it’s at all possible, I feel really bad for Bridget Moynahan. Not only is she mostly known as the chick who got royally screwed over by Mr. Big after he cheated and destroyed their marriage, but her real life sucks, too. She was dating football stud Tom Brady, who dumped her for Gisele Bundchen. Yea. He does pretty well for himself.

But before Tom could enjoy a lifetime of sweet, supermodel sex…..oops! Bridget was pregnant with Tom’s baby, and he still didn’t want her back.

If that’s not enough of a slap in the face, Gisele broke out the fangs and claws and sent Bridget really expensive baby clothes – specifically “a onesie with the word ’supermodel’ written across it.”

Damn!

I’m not the only who is noticing this passive aggressive move. It’s pretty bold and pretty bitchy, as there is nothing worse than pulling a “Heyyyy, maaaaan, everything’s cool, I’m just gonna use this obnoxious tactic to try and solve our little problem here, but really, it’s just gonna piss you off even more and you’re going to resent me and want to punch me in the face. No biggie!” Ugh. Sooooo annoying (although sarcasm is always appreciated).

PassiveAggressiveNotes.com – a hilarious peek into the world of annoying post-its, notes, emails and signs people have actually written to their co-workers, roommates and fellow citizens that do anything but fix the problems at hand. You’ll see what I mean. Read More »

What is it about that gets us off? There are websites 100% dedicated to it!

Does it make them seem more attractive when they’re photographed scarfing down hot dogs and slurping milk shakes? Not really.

Relatable? Likable? Personable? Nah.

Just because Jessica Biel eats a sandwich doesn’t mean I’m her new biggest fan and want her to come over and do my nails.

It’s probably because there’s something vulnerable about being caught in the act of eating. Most of the time, I feel kind of sorry for them, their mouths stretched all ugly and their and faces askew.

Just like watching celebrities fall down and/or trip, there’s simply something human about seeing a Cover Girls and Guys stuffing their perfect, rich faces.

Or how about it being just plain FUNNY? Read More »

This video is mad funny. A supermodel is made to believe she has a stalker, and the rest, well you just have to see for yourself.

Super Model Naked Stalker Prank – Click Here for more great videos and pictures!

Ok…so all of these sites, like TMZ, are all over Naomi Campbell mopping and sweeping a garage. Ironic, that this woman bludgeons her staff with various consumer electronics she found lying around the house and is now celebrated for “serving her time.”

Really? REALLY? She is doing manual labor – big deal!? This morning alone, I cleaned up my roommates mess (keep your sh$# off my desk…I mean it), rocked out on the treadmill for 4 miles, AND started my semester-long Econ project.

We all serve our time my dear Naomi. The fact that you have to sweep floors without cigarettes or your cellphone (actual court mandates by the way) just means that you are another in a long line of over priviledged celebrities who have no concept of reality.

Oh and by the way – you missed a spot in the far back…yeah…if you could get that, that would be ggggrrreeeaaaattttt…