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1.0 out of 5 stars
Everything about her is fake... period, October 15, 2004
This review is from: Everything About Me Is Fake . . . And I'm Perfect (Hardcover)
Janice Dickinson is perfect, just so you know. Or at least, she would love for you to think so. In her second autobiographical book, the "Big Dog" turns the focus from her life to herself and her career -- and while at first it's a big loop of trashy enjoyment, her irritating personality taints it all.
In "Everything," Dickinson presents plenty of the nasty behind-the-scenes details of the modelling world, like eating disorders, sleeping one's way to the top, and lots and lots of airbrushing. She also gives detailed tales of who slept with her, who wanted to sleep with her, and the assorted dates she had with adoring male celebrities. Not to mention tips on how to banish wrinkles (which have only sort of worked).
Janice starts off with some basic stuff about supermodels, all anecdotes focused on her not eating, posing in bathing suits in zero-degree weather, and pouting sexily. Then, when she apparently run out of material, she decides to give women relationship tips straight out of a dominatrix's handbook ("Get him while he's down: throw salt in his wounds...") and gives us details of her many affairs, including a rather icky fling with Rolling Stone Mick Jagger.
While "Everything" is fun for awhile, Janice herself gets annoying. Not only is she extremely self-centered, but some of her stories have a hint of fantasy about them. The men -- Mick Jagger, Donald Trump, Bruce Willis, JFK Jr., three-fourths of the Beatles -- all worshipped her, and all the women either adored her, or were nasty and are promptly cut to bits by Janet's oh-so-witty cattiness. Everyone tells her how beautiful, sexy and wise she is.
Gals of normal body size should skip certain chapters: Apparently idolizing the body and industry of her long-ago youth, Dickinson also takes the opportunity to lob a few size-ist barbs at the plus-size models of today. Apparently in her mind, only androgyne waifs (as she once was) are allowed to be models. And when talking about some girls who were late to a modelling show, she comes dangerously close to squawking, "When I was your age..."
The most publicized aspect of "Everything" has been Dickinson's plastic surgery, and that actually doesn't take up a lot of time -- she goes in to get a bunion removed, and gets new breasts. Then veneers, face lifts, and so on. Amazingly, according to some of the latest pictures in this book, all the surgery did was make her eyebrows slant like Spock's.
Janice does have a small number of interesting stories to tell, like the gossipy story of how Mick Jagger snubbed her when she was pregnant, and how she overcame booze and drugs. But for every trashy, fun story, there is another anecdote in which Janice relabels her personality defects as assets, or tells us how astoundingly lovely her butt is.
Despite being a respected judge on the reality show "America's Next Top Model," Janice Dickinson's jaded, dated take on the modelling world gets boring after a while. "Everything About Her is Fake... And She's A Pain."
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18 of 20 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
PURE TABLOID TRASH..., February 19, 2006
This is an autobiographical work in which the self-absorbed author likes to refer to herself as the world's first super model. Well, Suzy Parker, Twiggy, and Jean Shrimpton may well take umbrage at that, as they were super models who preceded Ms. Dickinson. Better looking and classier, they leave this author eating their dust.
This book is mildly amusing, at first, as the author cattily takes jabs at her former lovers, naming names. Let me tell you, Mick Jagger and Sly Stallone do not fare too well in this book. In general, the author talks about men in such a derogatory way that, if men were talking about women in this way, they would be called sexist.
The author routinely engages in trash talk, and some of it is acerbically funny. Yet, so often is it repetitious that it begins to pall on the reader. A more shallow, vain, and self-absorbed woman than the author would be hard to find. It is no wonder that she is unable to have long-term relationships, as she seems so one-dimensional.
Still, her book is a no-holds-barred look at her life and the wacky world of modeling, as well as the lengths one needs to go to stay on top of one's game. There is little enjoyment to be had from this book, and a measure of boredom will eventually seep in, as the author repetitively drones on and on about herself. The book is replete with photographs, which show the author in varying stages of her career, including before and after her breast implants.
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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Most egotistical ,self-absorbed, shallow piffle ever!, August 13, 2004
This review is from: Everything About Me Is Fake . . . And I'm Perfect (Hardcover)
Good night, but this woman is madly in love with herself!! In nearly every photo caption she proclaims how fabulous she thinks herself. But I found this book to be ultimately rather sad. It's written by someone who spent their entire life thinking that all that matters is the outer shell. And apparently surrounded by people who think the same. Pathetic, sick, sad, horrifying ...perfliction indeed.
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