This past weekend, I stumbled across an E! “reality” show sponsored by Marie Claire magazine called The Last Model Standing.
I can’t seem to find much about it in Google, which makes me think it wasn’t a raving success and yet, I enjoyed it. It was mindless and fun and short (the whole thing happened in one episode; it was great—no milking-it-for-all-it’s-worth like those reality TV shows usually do).
This is the premise for the show:
Seven aspiring models endure a battle of the body and mind as they compete for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jump-start their careers with a layout in Marie Claire magazine.
Now, you think the enduring battle of the body and mind thing was a ploy? Well, it wasn’t. To me they went through one of the worst things I could imagine being willingly subjected to. They had to stand for hours (the last two made it to around 40 hours) with at least one hand on a huge spread of Marie Claire, in high heels and makeup, in the cold evening and under the blazing sun. Sometimes in bikinis, other times in skimpy tight outfits and, in the end, in dresses. Some of the tasks included posing with snakes and balancing martini glasses in top hats. All this sleep deprived, in heels and with one bloody hand in that mag spread.
I kept wondering why anyone would subject themselves to such torture to appear in a freaking magazine. I’d have thrown in the towel after the first hour of blazing sun in high-heels LOL.
So I wondered: What prize would provide me with the resolution to be the last person standing in a similar competition?
I couldn’t come up with much. I have no interest in being famous, no one would be willing to give me the—at least—5 million dollars it would take for me to go through 40 hours of sleep depravation standing in mules; no contest would offer me the presidency to a country. In general, I came out blank. Except, I pondered, for an opportunity to participate in Extreme Makeover. For that, I’d spend a month standing beside that damn magazine cover—or a huge scalpel in this case LOL. Yes, I too am surprised by my shallowness.
What about you guys? What prize would have you entering a similar contest and doing your very best to beat everyone else for that one thing you covet above all others?
Please, no cutsie end-world-hunger-and-eternal-peace answers! It has to be a price you know a program would award you, but it can’t be cash. And no castles, Harlot, because no one would give you your very own castle for standing with your hand on a Marie Claire cover, hmmphh.