
ANTM: Missing the beat
I am a glutton for mindless reality television. And any show that can make my homosexual heart flutter with anticipation as to who will be crowned America's most "diverse" model/chef/fashion designer can expect my devotion for the entire season. Take for example America's Next Top Model. The scenario is usually the same: seventy-five over confident "bitches" get emotionally battered in the hopes of becoming a second-rate Tyra. Now I don't normally have a problem with the judges decisions, but last week was a bad move.
Case in point:

Are you for real? The assignment was to portray heavy metal music. And this is what you gave us? At best, it resembles a drunken sorority girl skipping finals to see her "favorite" band that she's never even listened to. Not to mention your name: Fatima. Fatima is not a model's name, it is something you call in sick with.
Judges: Take advice from your fashion inclined friends, if they can't make it work, they're Auf'd!
Case in point:

Are you for real? The assignment was to portray heavy metal music. And this is what you gave us? At best, it resembles a drunken sorority girl skipping finals to see her "favorite" band that she's never even listened to. Not to mention your name: Fatima. Fatima is not a model's name, it is something you call in sick with.
Judges: Take advice from your fashion inclined friends, if they can't make it work, they're Auf'd!



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