Abigail M. Schilling

Some people are really into shows like LOST or Grey's Anatomy. Or the other shows that are big deal, big budget. Me? I'm into America's Next Top Model.

As in Tyra Banks' creation designed to showcase herself and also to find America's Next Top Model. Really, about the first part. I love this show because it's totally designed to prey on these girls' insecurities, to make them hate each other, and to make them believe they're actually going to work with Naomi Campbell. (Did you know Tyra has worked with Naomi? It's true. That's how she knows that she kinda dances on the runway. Eugenia, you could learn from that.)

It's brilliant.

Each week is themed: stereotypes, being sexy, spokeswoman, circus. Right.

This week was "Action" week. They brought in a model slash athlete (and not the other way around) to demonstrate how to take action shots. They made the girls wear bikinis and dive for volleyballs. Then they criticized them for looking dumb. It was beauty.

But really, I think the whole set-up was for Anchal, the contestant with the big boobs. And the small self-esteem. Anchal spent the entire episode whining about wearing a bikini and not being athletic. It was beauty.

I really think Anchal should take a leaf out of our book. Before we even learned the tricks of the model slash athlete trade, we snagged this action shot in the grocery store:

If you ignore the part where I am definitely not working my angles, and the part where we're alcoholics (stereotypes=bad, see week two), we totally rock the shot. I think we've got what it takes to become America's Next Top Model.