I've been hearing about America's Next Top Model being the best reality show on TV for ages now.
Wasn't buying it. Or didn't care. The inner life of models? Sorry, not interested. (Do models have inner lives?)
It was Joan Walsh that finally got me tempted, and Tyra Banks' off-her-meds eruption while I happened to be on the phone with a friend who had it on in the background that finally got me to tune in. (Hey! Remind me not to talk to people when they're watching TV.)
For about 20 minutes I thought it was incredibly stupid. That is, the contestants were incredibly stupid. And young, immature, shallow, idiotic.
But then some authentic pain started to surface, and some interesting elements about what really went into the craft.
I watched again. I liked it more.
By last night's final, I was enraptured. And when my little darling Kahlen was relegated to #2 I was deflated. (For about 40 minutes.) And then I went to sleep dreaming about how her whipping Naima's ass in the fashion industry for years to come.
(Seriously. I dreamt about it. First-ever dreams about the fashion industry. Didn't even know what kind of coups were important, had to make it all up. Hard dreamwork. I'm tired.)
And no one else to even talk to. No one I know even watches the show, except one straight buddy in Boston, and it was after 1 a.m. there by the time I watched.
Luckily, I found an old reality TV site last night, and the great Heather Havrilesky posting on the Finale on Salon.
(Update: Thursday afternoon I received a private message back on that site, from someone tickled to death that i had said "The last 15 minutes made me all tingly." Said he appreciated my gushing. Hehehe. Is that gushing?)
Heather was trenchant and hysterical as always. But she hated it. The emperor has no couture. (Heeheehee. If you've still never read Heather, what's the matter with you?)
Huh. The show has grown stale and predictable, she laments.
Huh. I bet it has. But only if you've been watching long enough to predict. Still new and fresh and illuminating to newbies like me. I had no idea they were even on their fourth top model until yesterday. I thought maybe two.
Moral? You can always appreciate art long after the zeitgeisters have tired of it and moved on, if you only you will thrust your head deeply into the sand and refuse to consider that something idiotic-sounding might be insightful.