This cycle of ANTM has flown by. I have to say, the American version is superior to the British version, which is a collection of supermarket check out girls, alcoholics and wannabe footballers girlfriends. But more about that later.
So Whitney –
She got my nerves for the whole series – that mouth! those teeth! She is fakeness defined. She has the All American Smug. She belongs in the pages of playboy or JD Williams.
Aren’t they always harping on about how the girls need to be High Fashion? Whitney is not high fashion, half asleep Anya is.
Oh I get it – its a conspiracy as always. Little Salishais cute but she looked out of place on the Versace catwalk but lets face it, its up to queen bee, Tyra. She wanted a chub to win it this year, so she did.
To be honest, I am still mourning beautiful Katarzyna.
Anyway, at least I have Britan’s next top model right?
Urgh. The show is disgrace. The photos are crap, the girls are crap, Lisa Snowdon (presenter-model-famous-for-being-George-Clooneys-limpet) and her double chin are not qualified to judge any model.
Lisa & her chin –
At least Tyra has truly been there, done that. The people on the panel are pathetic on the BNTM. And they girls, the girls! So dull. They argue. They fight. They cry. They bully. This week they puke everywhere, and out the window of the car in the day after. Sounds like your average gathering of Chavs. Boring! I’d rather spend my evening trimming of my split ends.