Oh! Janice! Stop It!

Janice Dickinson is a terrible mess of a human being: she's bitchy, emotionally unstable and as self-absorbed as they come, so inevitably she is a gay icon. I'm not quite sure why women with horribly unappealing characters are embraced so wholeheartedly by the gays, but that's another blog entirely. I have watched the entire first season of The Janice Dickinson Modelling Agency except for the last episode which has not been posted and realize that Janice isn't the saucy, brazen, tell-it-like-it-is judge from ANTM, but the vulnerable, damaged, mildly psychotic and likely schizophrenic case study from The Surreal Life.

In one episode she caterwauls "My models aren't strippers Nikki" when a rep from the Virgin Megastore wants the models to be a bit sexy on the runway: a little dirty dancing, a little light spanking. This is fine if not for the fact that one episode later when a rapper needs girls for a video shoot, Janice makes them come in and grind with the air, crawl on the table towards him and pretty much striptease. In a different episode she even threatens to fire a girl who won't take off her pants since she's not wearing any underwear. She is late to every meeting, drunk for at least half of them, and her poor kids see it all unfold before them.

The best part is her sudden, almost violent moodswings. She is very physical. She'll push people, grab them, yell, throw tantrums, which is why the commercial below is so great. (especially the grandmother):