Model's got the moves (and, Beauty in the eye of this beholder)

At the Arrow Global Licensing Meeting in New York last week, we were told that 22-year-old model Albert Reed, one of the faces of Arrow, joined ABC's Dancing with the Stars. Unfortunately, he got eliminated after only 2 episodes, despite wowing the panel of judges after this unconventional, borderline racy cha-cha number.

raucous music pounding through unseen speakers ("Is this a store, or a club?" Ria yelled in my ear). I got a headache within 5 minutes of being inside, and the flawless photogenic faces beaming at me over stacks of overpriced surfer-dude polo shirts were looking creepier and creepier.

I suppose this is why I've never really appreciated the appeal of models (super or otherwise). Their kind of beauty has always struck me as TOO perfect, so much so that it becomes artificial. Very rarely does personality (much less intelligence) shine through their vavavoom veneers. And this is why I've always preferred movie or TV celebrities over models. The actors I find attractive are not simply physically enticing, they have a lot of character in their faces (the eyes are the giveaway: "dead" eyes are a dealbreaker for me). Never mind killer cheekbones, Grecian noses, or plump, pouty lips. A face has to say more than "hey, look at me"; it has to speak volumes, conveying charm, intensity, humor, vitality, kindness, wit and other promising stuff that are REAL and make the hottie seem human. Better-looking than most, yes, but still human.

And I guess the American public agrees with me, which might be the reason behind models never faring too well on Dancing with the Stars, including the show's latest casualty Albert Reed. It's back to pimping A&F and Arrow for you, buddy.