giving us Bank(s) a bad name

Seeing as lately I have been at once without job and with total lethargy (plus with a big tv!), I've been watching a lot of crap. And that means that mostly I've been watching a lot of Tyra. She's had some real gems on her talk show front over the past few weeks, but since I've started watching it daily PLUS the weekly dose of Top Model, I've quickly come to realize that Tyra is obsessed with race and weight exclusively. She's obsessed with herself. She's obsessed with being an "overweight" non-white woman. Sometimes this doesn't yield the greatest results: see Whitney, the newest crowned top model who claims to have been tormented as a child because of her weight issues and who cries when she gets her dreams of being on the cover of Seventeen come true because she hopes this will inspire all those young fat girls out there to start thinking that fat is actually as fierce as Tyra always says it is. And Tyra cheers, and Whitney cries mascara tears, and it all seems well and pleasant and good...until year-old pictures of a substantially skinnier Whitney materialize on the interweb and blow the whole charade to bits.


Hey Whitney-- where'd that juicy booty of yours get to?

But sometimes, every once in a while, Tyra's indulgent weight preoccupation results in some of the most entertaining TV ever to grace the hour between 10 and 11 am (eastern time). Please enjoy "Fat Woman on Tyra":