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AUSTRALIA'S NEXT TOP MODEL

Had the misfortune last night of watching Australia's Next Top Model where infantile adults get to judge teenage girls on their looks. Even the usually lovely Sarah O Hare forces out comments akin to "We thought you were shy but now we can see there's nothing actually there" to a sixteen year old contestant. Constructive right?
But that's nothing to Alex Perry who stands in a tragic little huddle of immaturity with Charlotte Dawson and Priscilla Leighton Clark (model agent) while the teenage girls are forced to walk through a room on their own by way of introduction to a small crowd of fashion and celebrity types. Snipes such as "She's got no top lip. What a block head" and "What a lump. What a moose." suggest Perry was either systematically rejected by the most beautiful girls in High School or dropped on his head at birth causing an arrested development the likes of which the fashion world has never seen.
Best in show however must go to stylist John Pease, who is fully nasty in his criticism of the the girls' non existent modelling skills (hello, the actual premise of the show) and yet throws an almighty hissy fit when one of the girls suggests the Swimwear Couture he's chosen for a shoot looks like something out of a Special K ad. Unable to take what he's been dishin' John accuses the teenage girl of being...wait for it...unprofessional. Boy I got a good laugh out of that one.
Supposedly the tough fashion industry needs it's models to be resillient to constant and crass judgements but what teenage girl has buckets of resillience about her looks? Seeings the industry leeches and survives off the youth and beauty of these kids maybe they should be showing THEM more respect and not the other way around.

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