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Say Goodbye to Hollywood, Top Model Wannabees
Which one of these beautiful young ladies will be named America's Next Top Model in the show's 10th go-round?
I am not ashamed to admit that Wednesday nights at my house are sometimes known as "Top Model" night. (Code word: "You wanna be on top?" natch.)
I didn't watch the show for its first few cycles, actually, curbing my "reality"-based curiosity about the gaggle of leggy empty-heads with the pretty faces and the ridiculous names until something like Cycle 7 (CariDee versus know-it-all Melissa Rose "call me Melrose"). From then on, of course, it was impossible not to forgo this decidedly guilty pleasure.
A big part of the fun was that the show was filmed here in Los Angeles, so we got to see the girls model their booties off showdown-style (just like real life!) in a variety of local spots, eat in our restaurants (or pretend to eat so as not to red flag an eating "issue"), and prance around in their skivvies in some garishly decorated hillside manse. I even drove by the Pasadena salon and saw the ubiquitous model-mover vehicle parked outside one day while inside tears were surely being shed over tight weaves and shorn locks.
But now that Ms. Tyra Banks has moved back to New York, alas, so has the production of ANTM--which began its first three cycles in NYC, too. The new season, which begins it's10th Cycle on Wednesday February 20th on the CW is back in the Big Apple. Not only that, but "living legend" Twiggy is being swapped out for the 80s Czech cover girl Paulina Porizkova on the judges' panel.
After ten cycles one might think America could care less about which of the 18-23 year olds who think they're "fierce" will get the coveted crown (aka CoverGirl contract and ticket into obscurity lest you shed your clothes and marry a 70s tv icon, Adrianne Curry-style). One might think you never cared. Last fall 5.2 million people tuned in each week to witness the catfights and catwalking. Looks like Wednesdays are "Top Model" night in other people's houses, too. Too bad this time they won't be romping around our vain and self-promoting town, where, not surprisingly, the model wannabees seemed to fit right in.
Photo of Cycle 10's contestants from the CW