I Have a Confession...

Yeah, well I have to say something here. It's a deep dark secret right up there with the fact that I read People Magazine.

I watch-no I really like-America's Next Top Model.

I am ashamed to admit it. The show is so shallow and monumentally unimportant in the grand scheme of life. Really. How darned vital is this stuff?

Not especially.

But, boy they sure make it feel that way. It's life or death baby. They've waited their entire eighteen or twenty years for this, and they are ready to rip the heart out of anyone in their way.

I have to say, though. I love the photo shoots, I love the sets, and somewhere deep in my heart is a little girl's desire to be a Beauty - to be the center of attention, in the spotlight - like Stasi and John Eldridge talk about in the book, Captivating.

It's a little concerning how they treat Tyra like she's a bigger deal than... oh, maybe the President or the Pope ('course I'm not sure that they would recognize those two if they saw them), and Tyra takes herself SO seriously. That wears thin.

But all in all, it's an escape. ANTM is a break from the seriousness that a day can have.

Even if I get annoyed from time to time over the insane way these people seem to believe they are doing such vital, necessary work. Like Mother Theresa or something.

Wonder if they know who she is?