Thank you Comcast (now Time Warner) for coming into my life.

Ever since this new cable switch my apartment complex has gone through, I’ve been blessed with tons more channels than I had before such as the Style Network, MTV2, and Oh!Oxygen network, home of the blessed Janice Dickenson Modeling Agency.

My tv-du-jour consists of The Hills, Cheyenne, and other shows often deemed as “quite a waste of time. Am I ashamed? I’m wpging about it, aren’t I?

And now I can add the Janice Dickenson Modeling Agency to my repertoire.

I’ve always known this woman was out of her mind, but after watching her show, I’ve finally realized she’s REALLY fucking crazy. I mean TOTALLY nuts. And just when I’d lost all hope after she forced her models through this crazy cat walk training session, I started to reached for the clicker when the show suddenly turned around for me.

She started yelling at the Virgin Megastore fashion show producer for directing her models in a way she thought was unbecoming of them. “My models aren’t strippers, Nikki!” she yelled.

Hmmm. This was surprising. She had integrity and a certain kind of respect for the business.

Backstage, she told her models not to listen to the fashion show producer. “You are beautiful, elegant models. Don’t act like strippers.”

Ok, now this is a woman I can get on board with (although probably with a few seats between us). She may have fallen off the rocker, but she still emphasized the importance of commanding attention by exuding confidence and giving the audience that one, memorable look. Not with booty shaking. So no matter how many drag queens she brings in for walking lessons, the amount of plastic in that show won’t scare me away from watching it again.