As with other television that captures your heart, America’s Next Top Model has turned into the three month relationship: you know it’s not going anywhere but it’s more trouble to stop than it is to keep going. Before me is the train wreck of season 4. I had so much trouble picking winners, I almost wanted to choose one or two of the Minnesotan hotties in Mexico and start my own splinter show.
Tonight, so far, the hella skinny Tiffany has puked up her four glasses of white wine into her napkin and the girls have gone to ballet class. Should I keep watching? The hair dye commercial just told me I’m worth it, so I guess I’ll keep watching.
I can’t believe I missed the episode with the Stuart Weitzman shoes.