I have to believe I’m not the only one going through ANTM withdrawal. With frenzied excitement, each week I’d sit on the edge of my futon watching another walk-off, model-off episode. But now with the winner declared (go Tiffany, ain’t nothin’ wrong with a lil’ gap my southern friend!) my high has crashed. Oh, I’ve tried to get my Tyra fix filled by watching her daily talk show, but it’s a poor substitute. Nothing hits the spot like watching wanna-be glamazons pose from rafters and trying to make it to go-sees in a country few people can even pronounce. As a five foot nothing woman who hasn’t seen the age of twenty-five in ten years, I can only live vicariously through these gals. So, when the season ends so does my pseudo model life. So until next season, I’ll just have to sit patiently, biding my time and checking the listings for VH1’s next AMTM marathon.