I’ve been watching. It’s fun to watch, ‘cause as much as I hate to admit it, I am somewhat enamoured by the fashion world, and if I had the discipline, and the right sexual preference (because let’s face it, gay black men run the fashion world!) I’d want to be a fashion designer.
This cycle has been interesting. We’ve got two flavors of plus-sized models, although Diane just got the boot. (C’mon, Whitney!!) Jaselene, who has yet to take a bad picture, despite having a reserved personality according to the judges. Sarah, who seems to be coasting on the fact that she’s fashion photographer anyway, so she thinks she knows everything. Natasha, oh, Natasha. You have to love the kind of naivete that takes such criticism with such a ginormous grin on her face. Then again, I think she’s smarter than most would give her credit for. Although her being married to a guy over twice her age just screams “Mail Order Bride”! And to her credit, she owned everyone with her photoshoot, where they had to dress as men. Then there’s Renee. She’s a bitch. Every cycle has one. But for whatever reason, I’m pullin’ for Jael. Screw that, I know exactly why I’m pullin’ for Jael. . . .she’s a becky with a black-girl booty! (yeah, I know she’s half-black, but there’s no real way you could tell. . . .unless you spotted her big-ol ba-dunka-donk!)
