In case you've missed the general hype, the premise of She's Got the Look is to search out and discover a mature woman, or at least a woman over the age of thirty five, to be the next great supermodel. I don't want to be cynical, but I have to admit that I'm kind of wondering about the wisdom of this show. After all, we are the culture that's embraced mass injections of dangerous bacterium, hoping to induce facial paralysis and desperately maintain our smooth unlined faces of our youth. I think it's safe to say that as a society, we have yet to master the concept of aging with grace. On the other hand, it's not my money they're blowing, and it's a new show to watch about the fashion industry. ANTM is all well and good, but for the more mature (read old) woman it's a little hard to relate to a bunch of barely pubescent nut jobs and by the 'barely pubescent' description you know I ain't talking about Tyra.

Our host for the show is Kim Alexis a pretty blond model from the 80's who, in my mind, always figured as the other Christy Brinkley. From a quick google search I'm putting her age at about 48 and I have to say she's looking pretty good, if slightly plumper than her modeling days, but that could be due to excess water weight from when the producers defrosted and resuscitated her for the show. Possibly in an effort to look a little less matronly, she's dressed all in black as she greets us standing outside against the neon backdrop of the NYC skyline.

Recently defrosted, the Kimsicle is the new face of cryogenics.

The Kimsicle tells us that this is a modeling competition like no other in a search for the new face of the fashion industry and a chance to crown America's next GREAT model over the age of thirty-five. Okay, two things here: first, I love how they're being so careful not to infringe on the Tyra franchise by replacing "Top" with the word "Great" and, second, who was the last great/top working model over the age of thirty-five? Even the great Heidi Klum has been branching into other areas. Regardless, Kim keeps on repeating her well-rehearsed lines, complete with appropriate tempo and pitch. Ten amazing woman will be chosen for the chance of the lifetime; the chance to work with industry experts, a lucrative modeling contract with the world renowned Wilhelmina Models, and a photo spread in Self Magazine. Hmmmm, Self Magazine seems kind of an odd choice, not exactly the fashion foremost of the magazines out there, but it seems that they're co-producing the show with Wilhelmina models. But, more importantly, where's the money? These shows always have some sort of money prize. Sadly, Kim isn't going to answer me. First of all, why should she? And secondly, she's stilling finishing her lines and doesn't want to lose her place. After all, it's got to be a little disorientating to be frozen for twenty years and then suddenly plunked down in 2008, but like the little trooper she is the Kimsicle continues...For some this is a long awaited dream, for others this is a second chance, but for all it's an opportunity to redefine beauty and prove that they are better than ever whatever the age. So there you have it and we've got a competition, except that first they've got to find the women. We're told that the judges are going to start their search in LA and that they're looking for twenty semi-finalists to be flown to NYC.

It seems like LA has thousands of desperate for a chance hopeful older women who show up for the audition and we get a shot of a never ending line of primping posing middle-aged femme fatales. This show is undoubtedly going to become MILF heaven for a large number of teenage boys. One proud woman tells us that life starts at thirty five and another, apparently fresh from the meth amphetamine lab, tells us that she "keeps going, keeps going," while she shake, shake, shakes.

Then we're introduced to the judges:

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