The show is about models living in New York. Sixteen, young, and fresh, and quite frankly, ready to be devoured by the industry. What the show succeeds to show is that yes, you need to be a size 00 to be a model, along with the height of six foot. And yes, drugs are rampant. And yes, you sometimes need to sleep with booker, photographer, basically anyone who will offer you a job.

What this show fails to show is that tricking the designer terminates your career (it does NOT matter if you are sixty or two years old), most of the models are living on salads that modelizers buy for them and heroin, they live in apartments with five to a room, rejection is almost the staple of life and this industry is easy to be bored, eats models then spits out the husks then moves onto the next victim without a thought.

And that is what irks me.

J is a survivor. He has survived in the Versace jungle for almost… a decade? Half a decade? Something like that. And for that he should be awarded something like “Long-living model award”. And I have seen the corruption that just permeates the industry; drugs to lose weight, drugs to make money, people with no sexual morals whatsoever, oral sex in middle of the bathrooms and people walking in on accident. All reservations go out the window, and most models spend what they earn usually on the walk back to their rooms. Photographers often believe it is their right to sleep with anyone he wishes to just because he’s giving them a job.

Modeling is not a beautiful life. It is a tough market and people get bored. It is hellish, with rejections after rejections, waiting for hours, getting up early, going to bed late, trying to eat right…

So after all, I can’t really blame J’s antics. The level of stress he goes through must be quite unbelievable; constantly being judged for how you look is rather agonizing.

I really wish someone would shed a light on what they are really like. But then again, it might end up being rated NC-17. So maybe not.