The Joy of ANTM
It's not just the pretty girls, the catfights, or even my old excuse of Armchair Anthropology that makes America's Next Top Model the most addictive show on television. Add those elements up, throw in the Cinderella story and a good dollop of glamour, and still the explanation falls short of the appeal. What is it?
It's that we, too, want to be the best on some level. We want the top cats in our fields, our heroes and mentors, to recognize our spectacular achievements, to single us out, and to give us the prize in a stunningly public, universally admired way. I want to be America's Next Top Shiatsu Practitioner. Of course I want my classmates to succeed, to become great shiatsu practitioners, but I want to succeed just a little more than they succeed. You, perhaps, want to be America's Next Top Teacher, America's Next Top Novelist, America's Next Top Poet, or America's Next Top Dessert Chef/Handball Player.
See?
posted by kStyle @ 1:15 PM
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Forget the fame; it's not really about the fame. Would you like to have the poets you most admire mentor you and then deem you the most talented, promising new poet of all the talented, promising new poets? Would you like, on some level, to be the envy of your other aspiring poets? Would you like a $100,000 contract to write poetry for a year?
Sadly, I don't have cable anymore! *sniffle*
PS Ann, I was pleasantly surprised that Eva won. She was my favorite, but YaYa won almost all the competitions for the whole series. Who did you pick?
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