Well, now that you've brought it up. I have a confession. I, too, am an America's Next Top Model addict! I don't understand how it happened. One night, I woke up about 2 or 3 in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep. Even though I'm not really a TV watcher, I went into the family room and turned it on, thinking there might be an old movie or I Love Lucy reruns. What I did see was a reality TV show about models. I wondered, how is this a show? Who are these girls? Who is this Tyra Banks person? As the show progressed (they were showing an ANTM marathon) I was more and more interested. I started to care about who was going to be eliminated. I liked Nigel. I didn't like Miss J Alexander. I love the pictures. I started to believe Tyra when she said how hard it is to be pretty. Several hours and episodes later, I was completely hooked! Me! I don't even WATCH tv, for pete's sake! I don't let my kids watch except for very limited times on the weekend. I'm known for saying, "TV does NOT rule our LIVES!" I'm a go-read-a book, or get-outside-and-find-something-to-do kind of mom. I don't know anything about Lost or Big Losers, or emergency nannies. I've never seen a Maury, Jerry, or (I didn't know she even had a talk show) Tyra. The last episode I saw of Oprah was in the 90's. Why oh why do I love this show? My husband just rolls his eyes. He is sworn to secrecy. The kids, cannot know their mom is watching catch-up episodes online. In the meantime, I missed the makeover episode because I accidently signed up to host book club at my house last night. But when the last woman left, I ran to the lap top and googled Top Model. I know who went home and when the episode airs on CW's website, I'll be there, an armchair expert on the fascinatingly strange world of modeling. Heaven help me, I love that show!