If you haven’t been big into America’s Next Top Model (known as ANTM to its friends), you have missed around three months following a gaggle of usually rather ropey girls – which always includes a super bitchy one we like to call ‘the Jade’, a ‘quirky’ looking (as in she has a pixie crop) one we like to call ‘the Molly Sue’ and the obligatory fat bird we like to call ‘the obligatory fat bird’) over months of tacky photo shoots, pointless tasks (remember that cockney task?) and the occasional hair pulling. And this is all for the entertainment of Miss Tranny Banks, that Euro ladyboy Jay Manuel and ‘catwalk Queen’ Miss J. Alexander.
The poor cows are then judged by a washed up ex-model, a ‘noted fashion photographer’ that no-one has heard of and Tranny herself and after all of that pain, the winner shoots a cover for TV Quick or something and is never heard of again. Saying that, we do j’adore it v. much, so roll on September.
Until then let’s remind ourselves why we are so afeared slash fond of the quite possibly bi-polar Tranny B. after jumpy whatsit.