The one I love to hate

TV Land has a new reality show, She's Got the Look. It's a search for an over-35 supermodel. One of my favorites, Sharon, a 63-year-old widow who entered the competition because her late husband always told her she was beautiful, was just eliminated and that's sad. I thought she was inspiring … and warm and completely charming.

But my real favorite is the one I love to hate: Paula. She's got terrific bone structure and her muscles are amazing. But she wears her hair in a spiky do and is tattooed all over the place. Naturally the judges, photographers, stylists, etc., explain to her that these are things she has to work on and overcome. (Just as another contestant, Hope, hears all the time that her height -- or lack thereof -- will be a liability.)

But on this morning's episode, Paula spun out. It was great, both angry AND tearful. Paula doesn't want to be judged for her look! It's her STORY that makes her special and beautiful. She's suffered, people! She cannot believe how shallow all the judges, photographers, stylists, etc., are to mention her appearance.

Um … excuse me, dumb ass, but it's MODELING competition. If you don't want to be judged on your appearance, you shouldn't have entered. It's called She's Got the Look, after all, not She's Got the "Story." Also, those muscles didn't just crop up. She may be naturally muscular but she's ripped thanks to hours in the gym. I doubt fairies landed on her headboard one night and cut off all her hair. Was she somehow mysteriously tattooed without her knowledge? Highly unlikely. Therefore she's being judged for the decisions she made about her look (which is different than poor Hope, who clearly wishes she was taller).

Her breakdown was so completely inappropriate and irrational that I suspect it was fake and designed to grab camera time. I can't wait for the next episode -- both of the show and of Paula's lunacy.