Oh, joy, oh, rapture. America’s Next Top Model returns tonight, my equivalent of television junk food. It’s a show I know I should be appalled by as it helps perpetuate the idea that you’re not supposed to have curves to be sexy (I seriously doubt Christina Hendricks would make it pass the panel — or she’d be dubbed a “plus size”) and I could talk about the potential damage this could cause to the self-image of young women because it reinforces the often negative traits pushed by the media.
I could, but I won’t because it’s back and I really need a good laugh tonight. So I will be curling up on the couch to watch the Jays (and there’d better be more of Miss Jay in this cycle, damn it) and know that the cheese is strong.
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Semi-regular blathering about television, movies, books and whatever takes my fancy regarding popular culture. Expect enthusiasm about Project Runway and Doctor Who along with whatever catches my fancy at the moment.
