Presuming they didn't want me to actually rattle any skeletons, this was my big reveal: I love watching Next Top Model, writes LIz Breslin. It's like watching art happen, especially in Week 3 when everyone has a little cry about their dramatic hair cuts. I can never remember whether to hold it slightly up or down (far too busy thinking intelligent, feminist things). Determined to change my life, I delve into the details of the retouch section, thumbing concealer clumsily across my zits. I'm not not me in the same way as I'm not me when I'm having to be proper and appropriate and well-behaved.

Source: Otago Daily Times February 10, 2019 14:37 UTC