Have you ever sat around in your sweats with some ice cream, happened to switch on America’s Next Top Model, and thought, you know, this show is the biggest fest of shit I’ve come across in a long time?
No? Maybe it’s just me.
It’s not that I want to hate on Tyra, my body just has this weird reaction whenever she stands up in front of the girls and acts like she’s Mother Teresa’s direct descendent.
And the show certainly doesn’t do anything to disperse the stereotype that models are bitchy, pretentious, and have a whole lotta issues with food. Season after season I’m amazed at how willing these girls are to throw each other under the train while stealing granola bars and lying about it.
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to know what the casting process is like for this skinny girl freak fest, just click here. Whoever she is, she’s tiny enough to get inside the inner sanctum and funny enough to report back on what they actually make you do at Camp Tyra (which sound seriously, seriously frightening).
…As for me, I’ll keep my ice cream and my size 6 jeans and skip over the umpteenth season in favor of a little televised wonder I like to call Wife Swap. I’ll take crazy, controlling families over fake drama any day.
Is Tyra a saint…or just totally crazy?