things i know for sure: Filthy Dirty Habit:
Alright, so I am officially obsessed.
I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I can't stop watching America's Next Top Model.
It's disgusting, I know, but I can't help it. I love it. I love Tyra and her supermodel/homegirl routine, and how her voice gets all lilty and breathy when she's trying to impart some sort of soul-seeking model wisdom to the harem. I love all the girls and how they sort of lay their long-limbs over each other when they're hanging out in their super-fly model palace. I love the wierd disturbing psycho-drama of watching 12, 11, 10, 9, etc., girls all clawing their way up the model food-chain (and along the way, oh yes, FINDING themselves. Because what better place to find yourself really than a house filled with cameras and a lot of tempermental amazonians). But what I really really really really really love, is watching them all struggle through their photo shoots, and then getting to see each of their best photos afterwards, while the judges critique them on the spot. I do not know why I find this so unutterably compelling. I have never been much for the fashion world, but the whole thing is just so goddamn theatrical...I can't help myself. (Yeah, theatre, that's it, I llike it cause it's thee-a-tre, see!)