I came here to lambast Tyra Banks’s YA book deal, but this thing is just so bizarre I’m going to have to let Tyra herself do the honors:
The story happens in a make-believe place called Modelland – every girl in the world wants to go there because it’s where “Intoxibellas” are trained. Intoxibellas are drop-dead beautiful, kick-butt fierce and, yeah, maybe they have some powers too. (But I’m confirming NOTHING! Ha. You gotta wait for the book.) The story follows a teen girl and her friends who find themselves magically transported to Modelland, even though they’re really not supposed to be there. (Okay, now, that’s ALL I’m saying!)
…How can any mere mortal top that? To their credit, a Gawker reader has tried to capture the proper tone:
Mr. and Mrs. Catalog, of number four, Unfashionable Drive, were proud to say that they bought everything at Target, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything fashionable or stylish, because they just didn’t hold with such fabulousness.
I’ve seen enough of America’s Next Top Model to figure that Tyra is either kind of nuts or happily playing such for TV, but this? Beats me. I’m just hoping for a rival school of drag queens.
This fills me with such glee. SUCH GLEE.
Ty-ty is just crazy enough this could be crazy-awesome. (ANTM is one of the only contest-reality shows I watch, the other being DWTS.) I have no idea if it’s an act for TV or what, but honestly she seems like she’d be a trip to talk to. This could be so bad it’s good.
Part of me wants to laugh. The other part of me wants to scream out in feminist-imbued mortification.
Either way, I’m feeling like I need to take a shower.
Maybe its just because I’m English but she just seems a bit mental/irritatingly dramatic.
I’m sure this project of hers would go down harder than the death star in the UK.