Make Me a Deliciously Trashy Show

I can’t resist it. I like trashy shows that has the word ‘model’ in it. Make me a Supermodel is one. And it’s the Australian version, of course, because I live there. First time watching I was “Oh! Fun! I like this idea! Fresh!” then a simple research showed that the show originated in UK. Sigh. Of course. There goes one more light of hope that Australia can actually create an decent original reality show.

Hosted by the ever-golden Jennifer Hawkins, too bad every sentence out of her mouth has exactly the same tone, and she came out as rather bland… compared to the other two assertive judges that is. I forgive her because her hair looks pretty. The show, it’s like America’s Next Top Model with guys meet Big Brother and lots more catwalk. While America’s Next Top Model dangerously teeter towards bitch fest and freak show, this one is sliiiightly closer to the modeling and catwalking skills. It’s got its bitchiness, of course, but it’s not excessively so. And Hallelujah, no Tyra Banks! And brownie points for the pretty boys.

My favourite contender has got to be Tom, who was forgettable in early episodes but turns out to be the best without too much attitude problem. His only crime is to put too much product on his hair to make it look like it’s windswept unnaturally, while wearing hoodie on top of them, and looking like a snobby preppy boy. I did like Lucas, until he left the competition to focus on… excuse me??! Acting!? As for the girls, Courtney with the elfin ear looks really cute.

Sparky eyed little girls are better off away the show. Just look at Sheridan being told off harshly because of her weight, while her natural built is slightly bigger, she’s not fat at all. As a fellow big-boned person I am not happy. While it is quite disgusting, it’s also pretty understandable that the model pretty much has a standard size. Bleh. But I keep watching because trashy shows like this is just so damn entertaining.