Hi. My name is Tammie, and I’m an addict.

I’m not talking about caffeine or nicotine, the two chemical dependencies I hold onto tightly with both hands. No, this is a different type of addiction. I’m hooked on “America’s Next Top Model.”

Have you seen it? “ANTM” is the CW’s top-rated show, so chances are, you have. But just in case you missed it, here’s how it goes:

Supermodel-turned-talkshow-host Tyra Banks and several other well-known figures in the fashion industry whittle away a group of 13 or 14 wannabe models, eliminating one at a time, based on their performances at photo shoots, interviews, “go-sees,” runway work, commercials, and training exercises that are often a little wacky. The cameras go inside the house or hotel where the girls are living together, and the fur often flies.

I’ve noticed other reality-based shows springing up that try to mimic “Top Model” (Animal Planet’s “Groomer Has It” is one), but they’re not nearly as good as the original. Go, Tyra! This show is FIERCE!