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Robbie knows I love merch, so she just brings me like sweatshirts and T shirts all the time and I had no idea whose merch I was wearing. So I was like, I have no idea whose merch I was wearing on FaceTime. And she was like, drew. And I'm like, who's Drew? And she's like Drew Barrymore. So shout out. It's really comfortable. But onto a different cultural phenomenon of years past. Not Drew Barrymore and ET A direct contradiction to the 2.5 ice skaters aforementioned. The 0.5 being the one from New Jersey. A painful reminder of where we've come as women. How we used to be treated. Our weight being scrutinized, inciting many an eating disorder and a nervosa. Our faces being judged on what is pretty, what is not for them to say. For they are not the eye of the beholder. Instead the eye of the forbaden judgment. Women's endurance being tested with verbal abuse and devilish manipulation by a gorgeous, money hungry, fame hungry, avaricious, look it up. Supermodel herself, Tyra Banks of America's Next Topic Model. I watched it. I watched a three part docu and it wasn't easy. It's honestly so diabolic, diabolical. It's hard to concisely talk about how scrupulous this show was. It's dark. If you haven't. If you haven't watched it and you're like, should I watch it? I honestly don't recommend because it was kind of hard to get through. But I know, I feel like since TikTok and since we're all having a form of nostalgia, we brought back America's Next Top Model, which I did Watch as a mere baron. And I remember watching America's Next Top Model but then my eyes were wide shut. I had no idea this was abuse, for it was similar to the way my own mother spoke to me and treated me. I thought Tyra was the deist omniscient God of the supermodel world, spreading her gospel and how to make these beautiful women successful. And now I know better, don't I? But I did wonder. I did wonder back then and today. Where was the Top Model? Nobody ever became America's Next Top Model. That was the whole point. They weren't on the COVID of magazines, they weren't on billboards. They weren't nowhere to be seen. A facade, a fraud, a fascia blasting Farquad. Hiding in plain sight. Tyra Banks, such a success of a show featured on upn, they say, which no one in the world has ever heard of. You didn't save upn, Tyra Banks. It's neither dead or alive. It's invisible. It's floating upon the ether. And this show on UPN I guess consisted of proprietary themes all shown right on your UPN tv. These include racism. Not only cultural appropriation, but any kind you could think of. Many episodes, not just one. America's Next Top Model received one episode of America's Next Top Model received backlash for the models, faces and bodies when they were painted to exemplify a culture that is not their own. Like why are we doing this? What is the point? This is not something in the realm of model. And the devils took it a step further in one episode to photograph the models not only of appropriating a different culture with paint all over their body and their skin in their face, but they photographed toddlers with the models of the appropriated culture. Why must you bring a baby into it? So if someone was appropriating, I think to be like Egyptian was one of them. And then they brought in an Egyptian baby. Why are you bringing a baby into it? The baby did not have consent to be used as a ploy in your sick game. 3 year olds do not have autonomy over whether they want to be involved and used as a prop to exploit their culture. They're too young, they don't know what they're doing. But who's signing off on this? I hope they're getting paid a lot, I guess. And how much are they working? You can't make a three year old work for a long time. They get 20 minutes and then they need six hours off. It didn't look like they were treating them Fair. I know these. I know these photo shoots take a long time, but having a child of the photograph with the model of the appropriated culture makes it seem in their ignorant eyes, in their mind's eye, makes it seem more real, makes it seem okay, makes it seem more marketable. I don't know. I can only assume these things for there's no real reason for this idiocy and I don't actually know where their heads were at, but it wasn't in a good place. And then Tyra goes on. In one episode she claims one model's gorgeous dark skin was too dry for modeling and costed too much money to be photoshopped out. Oh, shut the fuck up. Yeah, right. Photoshopping is cheap and easy. We know how to do it all on Facetune. And I bet you couldn't even see through the picture. She just wanted to. She just wanted to criticize someone for their skin. And then as. As a model dedicated to her dedicate. And then as a model in which dedicated her free time to lotioning and oiling her legs to abide by the rules. A colleague of such model complained. Obviously the one who's complaining has light skin that after the oiling and moisturizing and lotioning, she left the doorknobs too slippery from this dedication routine, which was a made up dumb direct order from those above. Have you lost your insular head, girl? And she said it smugly and let out a chuckle after laughing in the face of someone else's culture. Ugh. Ugh. It felt like gross to watch. And then there was shaming. Basically everyone was called the F slur. No, not that one. It would be better if they were all being called faggots for it is endearing term as I am one myself. They were called F A T to their face, behind their back and to their side. As if you can go on a modeling show and be fat. Nobody is fat. As one model walked away easily, a size so small it is immeasurable. The judges deemed her ass fat and that she needed to lose weight. A mere 18 year old does not need to lose weight or be exposed to the trauma that would lead to years of reminiscing if they truly do have a wide load. You don't. You do not. And unless a model was skeletal, no muscle or fat to be seen, but only the 12 ribs visible where they deemed of having a beautiful body. How does one even get that? Then you're frail, I'm afraid for the calcium that escapes thy bones. They'll Break with the mere whisper of a wind A storm will shatter Disintegrate those vitamin D lacking bones. In a hurricane, forget it, your particles are. In a hurricane, forget it. Your particles are in the mirror eye In a hurricane, forget it for your particles are left in the eye Left in the dust of the hurricane. Too many lines of cocaine to count. Putting their generalized anxiety and septum at severe risk. The fashion designers quit. Quit things such as she is fabulously thin. A designer's dream, huh? Why are designers making clothes so small? As if that chubby little man could ever fit into the clothes that he was making with his fat, chubby little fingers on the sewing machine. I have an idea. Why don't you just add a little extra fabric, a little extra artistry? The fashion industry makes clothes for a world that does not exist. I don't want to be that skinny. I want to be. I want to be full. Full busted and full figured. I want to be womanly. And then I shall not fit into any clothing. What? But then. Then there's violence against women. Surprise. No surprise for a show that was marketed to make young, beautiful women have confidence and learn how to pose and how to believe in themselves. So they could be America's next top Model. Not in this America. For the title was an act of fiction. But they had proclivities. America's next top model for demonstrating violence against women. Didn't they? The creative team has no creativity but is stuck in a neuron less black hole of ideas on how to wi. How to make women feel worse about themselves. Aha. I have an idea. The producers say to themselves with their head so far up their own ass, it comes out of their mouth like that monster on the back of Demi Moore in the substance. Why don't we, they say to themselves, head coming out of their throat, facing their other head. Why don't we make bruised and battered women chic? We'll photograph them with a gunshot wound and having fell to the floor. This is fashion. This is avant garde. This is couture, honey. And we'll make the single contestant who confided in production that her mother suffered a gunshot wound and now is wheelchair bound after her injuries. This contestant should be the one with the bullet wound. This isn't sick and twisted and exploitation at all. This will make her feel good. Definitely. This won't bring back the maybe most single tragic thing she's ever experienced and having to witness her dear mother go through something like this. Oh, this is a great idea. No, it's demonic storytelling. And you should be sent straight to purgatory where you will spend an ample of time before getting fourth degree burns in hell. Not to mention the violence against women perpetrated in seven inch heels the models are forced to work in. Whoa. The delicate. The delicate ankle ligaments are in peril. One slip of a toe pop goes the ACL weasel. And yes, I talk a lot about my ACLs. Cause have you ever heard of the surgery? It's terrible. You need a commode and a shower chair and these models had to shove their barking dogs in stilettos that are two sizes too small and walk like you mean it, they say. But their knees cannot unknock for the sake of equilibrium and their great toe starts to separate from the skin and a permanent Paul Bunyan starts to form. There goes another surgical bill on top of the lobotomy that they'll need from their psychologist to forget all of this experience that they had endured. And this violence against women episode was the only episode the EP admitted went too far. What? Why? Thank you. Thank you for your ever generosity and humility and awareness and accountability. Now what about everything else? You sick bucks? You twisted infernal monsters of the underworld. The judges in the ep, all they do is punt, punt, punt, punt, punt the accountability to somebody else. We see what you're doing. You are the show. You have full control of the show. Especially Tyra because she was literally the creator of the show. She was the face of the show. And now you're suddenly acting meek, helpless. Like your decision making power has been pilfered from your very alive and warm hands. But that warm hand doesn't show an ounce of compassion. Tyra. Say you're sorry. Say it so we can all hear it. Say. Say repeat after me. I'm okay. I'm sorry. You can't. It's not in your vocabulary. Not in your side. Banged. Banged. Wig. Not in your coat. You decided to leave on during all your rehearsed interviews. Where the fuck were you in pre K when we learned how to apologize? Even. Even fakely, not even with your whole being. Just say it. Just say I'm sorry. Where were you, Tyra? Oh, you were in the back. You were in the back whispering to your friends that they're fat. Hey fatty, you say sure you're five but your mom should really be leaving off the bread of your PB&J. And maybe the PB&J altogether. Maybe you should have a sandwich filled with hot air. Hey lard ass, she says to her kindergarten classmate, tell me where the twinkies are. I know. You know because you are their most avid consumer. She looks up and down at the twinkie lover. Hey, piglet, she says to another, we're gonna play hide and seek. But you have to say seek since you can't hide. This is where she perfects her practice. This is hard. This is hard to watch. And the next thing I'm going to talk about is really hard to watch. Trigger warning of sexual abuse on an America's Next Top Model show. So, you know, I. It's like, it is literally hard to describe. There are only so many words in the dick. Not in yours, because you have no words down there. But to describe how awful this cast member Shandy was treated. But I'm gonna try. Shandy was sullied. A mere lash she was, by a rufian tyra, abominable, malignant malevant, accursed, infernal, abject and abhorrent. And that's all I got for now. But let me tell you why. I've. Let me tell you why, if you don't already know, if you didn't watch it. America's Next Top Model fully aired a sexual assault, truly a rape on tv. The worst. The worst TV I have ever seen. This is real. This is someone's life. It makes me viscerally sick to my stomach, like. And every other woman that I have talked to says the same. And I tried to watch it through the spaces in my fingers that were held over my eyes, but they aired it with such confidence, such smugness, unapologeticness for UPN tv. Something we have never heard of and will never hear of again. So let it dawn on you. No one cares about upn. This is not okay for any reason at all, but especially not for ratings on a network we've never heard of. Where's UPN now? Six feet under. No one cared or simply knew about UPN. We were all watching RE1 on VH1. So all you're doing is again exploiting someone's severe trauma all in the name of making tv. And by exploiting trauma, I mean not a past trauma, a literal current trauma. So basically they aired a scene of Shandy, this poor girl, literally getting raped. And it sounds like surreal coming out of my mouth. I wish it was not true. But the contestants were in Milan for like the last episode and decided to invite some Italian boys over, which is like not that unusual when you're on a girls trip with your friends, you know. But they production set up the opportunity for the contestants to ride on the Back of these guys motorcycles to like see the city. So production allowed for this nefarious after party. They knew exactly what was going on anytime now. Production could have stepped in with rules. Boys have to be gone by 10pm Only two drinks per hour per person. If you feel unsafe, be sure to say something. That is the bare minimum. Because the boys brought a bunch of bottles of wine. The girls had wine. They like set up for a party, whatever. We've all, we've all been there. But this is reality tv and you know how it goes. I am a reality TV contestant, X Men expert. And I had to consent on camera to doing the nasty, literally the gross with those men on tv. I had to tell the camera that I was okay with it. America's the Next Top Model didn't take any precautions to even protect themselves. The cameraman could have stepped in or refused to film. Like they should be ashamed of themselves to just keep rolling even when they were like told to. I mean, so what? Have some integrity until your next job. This is why you stopped. Nobody's going to fight that. And what about TV Village? There is always, always someone watching the monitors every time of day or night. A showrunner or an EP is back there. So they're watching the frame. Someone easily could have interjected. All of the shots are brought together on different TVs. So they're watching the frame of literal rape. And instead of stopping it, they pointed to it and said, this is great, keep rolling. Of literal filmed sexual abuse. And they made excuses. They didn't even, they didn't even say sorry for this one. They said, oh, they're in the bathroom. Shandy and the perpetrator. And we just changed our rule at this moment in time that we can't film you if you're in the bathroom with only one person. But we can film you if to. What are you talking about? Another facade created by the devil. But they lack the scruples to have a young woman's life destroyed. Not destroyed. To save a young woman's life on reality TV with something so disgusting. In the name of making tv. All in the name of making tv. Nobody likes this. Nobody wants this. Like, believe you me, we do not want to see this. This is not for ratings. You're not getting five stars. Let the models hang from the ceiling in bad wigs and two foot long eyelashes. Let the models play a game of American Ninja Warrior while walking in stilettos trying to avoid a swinging pinch. Whoa, it got me. Let the models pose with an alligator. Actually, don't do that either. Are you not afraid of any liability, of any murder, of any criminal activity on set? Obviously not. Just let the models do anything else besides get raped, Which you aired in the name of being a docu series of showing exactly what was happening. You're disgusting and you're depraved. So Shandy had too much to drink and ended up incoherent. And one of these Italian boys raped her while she was blacked out. And we know this because they literally have footage of them in the bed. She's on the bottom. She's not moving. She's not opening her eyes. Like, we could tell this is a terrible situation. Rape is rape. You cannot consent when you're drun. The amount of alcohol she drank is null and void. We know this now as thinking people back then. Men got away with it using an excuse. Also, men never get in trouble for anything, especially for rape these days. But this is. It's unfair. And this is like. It just makes so much sense to women, but it doesn't to men. A man is forcing himself on you without your consent. Consent because you are too drunk to consent. That is rape. It is actually very simple. It's like having sex with a dead person. You're sick. So not only is he a rapist, but he's also a necrophiliac. And production further made the situation worse with Shandy gaslighting her, telling her that she cheated on her boyfriend with this criminal of an Italian man. She did not cheat. She was raped. I don't even know at this point if she knows she was raped. Like, watching it in. In that time or even today, which is completely devastating because, like, as women, we take all the blame. And Tyra kept telling her she cheated and she cheated and how it felt to be a cheater and kept asking how Shandy's boyfriend took it, because they made her call Shandy's boyfriend on camera, tell him what she had done, know what he had done. She is not the perpetrator. She is the victim. But you believe what your elders are telling you. They're getting in her head. They're telling her how she feels and what she had done instead of her knowing for herself. Like, these disgusting people get in your minds and tell us that men are not responsible for anything. It is somehow our responsibility to push them off and keep them at bay. It's like. It's disgusting and it's. It's true. It's heartbreaking to watch this unfold on TV and watch this poor girl go through it. Who's from a small town, who worked at Walgreens, who's just like. Literally, it's. It's awful. It's terrible. And we've all been that drunk at 18 trying to figure out your limits at a bonfire and your best friend's basement at 6. 16 after someone named Kramer bought you a bottle of Smearn off because he looks like he's 40, but he was also 16 at the house party down the street throwing up Apple pucker out of your nose. We've all done this, but it's off camera. Our mistakes should not be filmed for all of the country in the world to see and act. You would have no show without these contestants. So act like you care a little bit. And Tyra pretends not to remember or doesn't care enough to remember. They ask, oh, you remember Shandy? She's like, shandy, Shandy, Shandy, you have blood on your hands. Tyra, you're complicit in this tragedy. A traitor, a Jonas. A wolf in sheep's mid drift showing tank top clothing. I mean, oh, my God, I bet there is a statue of limitations on rape. And I don't know because that guy's Italian. But literally, if Shandy sued, like, Tyra would be complicit. All of America's Next Top Model would be. So maybe, hopefully, she should try. I don't know if it's worth it. She probably doesn't want to bring any attention to it anymore because we don't want to talk about it, but. And after Shandy learns what happened, like, the next day, she's. She literally wails. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. And the cameras keep rolling. One more time. Hello? Time to call 91 1. The number is in the number suicide hotline. She needs help. Cut the cameras. Let her talk to her family. Like, they wouldn't let her call anyone besides tell her boyfriend that she cheated on him, which she didn't. And Tyra and the producers are feigning ignorance one more time and acting like production has rules. And these rules come before morality. What rules? You make the rules. There are no rules. This is anarchy. A wild, wild west of victimized women set to be embarrassed on tv. Shandy is not given a break with something so incredibly violating. And then. And then Judge J. I cannot with Jay. All he says is, poor girl with his smug pillow face from too much juvederm and thread and bleach on his tips that have blanched his beating heart. And the EP dares to say for good or bad, one of the best moments on tv, I am disgusted. Disgusted. That's why I'm like actually I don't even know if enough people have watched it at this point. But it's like I don't, like I wouldn't have watched it, but I did. And it makes your skin crawl. Like how? Actually I didn't know how far it went. Like, you know, I thought they were mean to the girls about like their figure and things like that, but I didn't know how dark it actually got. And then it honestly, it goes on and on and on. They now instead of just having a makeover, they're forcing surgeries on the models. Hiring a deadbeat dentist who agreed to be part of this, this abject experience and pulled teeth into hours of the night for what? For what? A tainted paycheck? What about your Hippocratic oath? Raise your right hand, you quack. I bet your left fingers were crossed behind your back because it states thou shalt do no harm. You're doing harm. You know, you cannot provide a full maker, full makeover of the mouth in one night. It doesn't make any sense. These things take months, at least years. And this girl who got all the teeth pulled still has a fucked up bite. There's not one ounce of integrity around the show that could be found with literally the biggest bottle cap of a microscope. It's evaporated the integrity into doomed air. I don't know if I was gonna go with thin or thick, but it's just quick.
