Why Did Janice Dickinson Go Solo in the First Place?

Why Did Janice Dickinson Go Solo in the First Place? by Roxanne McDonald

Is her abrasive attitude on “The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency” any indication? Is her history of fights with ANTM professionals? Or is this kind of Simon Cowell of the modeling world really an expert with a hard edge no one gets?

I got curious after Dickinson was seemingly abruptly replaced by Twiggy. I thought I could deduce from the appearance of her new show, “The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency,” that she was just going solo for the sake of doing so. But I dug around in the bios and blurbs, and found some other personality factors that might have influenced the self-proclaimed first supermodel of the world to go it alone (though I have by no means solved my own mystery about why Janice left Top Model).

*As I noted above, Janice Dickinson has many times announced she is the world’s first supermodel. In fact, she has even taken credit for having coined the word, “supermodel” [in 1979, she said on one episode of ANTM].

*In 2003, Dickinson sat on the judges panel for the then new “America’s Next Top Model.”

Right from the start, she was exaggerated in her criticism, self-indulgent, and intransigent: she reportedly had an ongoing feud with fellow judge, Kimora Lee Simmons. In her scathing tell-all, Dickinson rehashes some of the spats, detailing how she would deride the woman’s “hideously long nails…,” calling her “Miss Thing,” and telling her to “ trim those hooker nails;” attack her hair weave as a “cheap fake fur they sell at Wal-Mart;” and hiss and growl about

how Simmons judged the ANTM hopefuls.
*In 2005, Dickinson joined the season five “The Surreal Life” cast, acting worse than Rob Van Winkle has acted on “Surreal Life Fame Games.” Save the breaking drum sets over people’s heads, Dickinson evidently acted volatile, erratic, and bellicose when it came to fellow houseguests like Omarosa (though who can fault Dickinson completely?)—referring to the equally dislikeable Omarosa as one of the “scars of current American society” and taking the return comments that she is a crackhead and a drunk with crappy maternal skills.
Two ongoing altercations do not a shrew make, but Dickinson would not appear in group efforts after that, save to include a team she runs with a Machiavellian thumb on her new show (2006), which showcases her modeling agency, with her as the star supermodel aficionado.
And if how she snipes and snaps at those green girls and boys who come with high hopes is any additional indication of her imperative to go it alone, I don’t know what else is.

Old Saint Dick-inson at it Again

Old Saint Dick-inson at it Again by Roxanne McDonald

Janice Dickinson, former model and ANTM guest judge, is camping it up with a not-so-politically correct Christmas greeting.

You can see it on TMZ.com: the one staff writers there call the “model turned train wreck” has created a singing v-card by replacing traditional lyrics of “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” As TMZ re-tells it, such lines as “Two turtle doves” becomes “Two giant breasts,” while “Ten lords a-leaping” are turned into “Ten gays a-primping.”

The antics and attitudes Dickinson displayed on America’s Next Top Model may have ushered in the ballsy/boobsy

babe’s demise on the panel. (Wonder what really happened that Janice is now replaced by the graceful and classy and classic Twiggy?) Her continued curmudgeony caterwauling in and on Janice Dickinson’s Modeling Agency and the show of the same name may have knocked some sense into or out of our penchants for reality TV. (Has that realty show been cancelled yet, for God’s sake?) But the tasteless—beyond funny camp—Xmas card might just land the lady of lost tact in the top ten of tacky…once and for all.

Although it must be acknowledged that the male models Dickinson has chosen for her tack-e-greeting are delicious-looking, for sure. what a Christmas this is going to be, if her obnoxious and insipid (and not all that funny, even) remake of 12 days is any indication. Thankfully, we do not have to listen to, watch, or be the recipient of the contents every day for twelve days….sigh.