Female humans are rarely birthed with more aesthetically perfect features than Mandy Moore. Simply put, she's hotter than a firecracker, and can act a little, too, as evidenced by her hilarious turn in Saved. If America's Next Top Model was actually interested in touting a true supermodel-in-waiting, they should champion Moore instead of the laundry list of minor-league strivers who never seem to climb the post-cycle mountaintop.
In short, if Moore wanted to focus all her energies on being an actress-model, she could be a very successful hybrid. But noooooo -- in this day and age, it's all about being a triple threat. Hence, Moore's determination to keep her singing career afloat, which we were reminded of upon reception of her latest album of originals, Wild Hope. The record marks Moore's first foray into songwriting, and man, is it a prosaic one. Intended to put her in the ring with the likes of Regina Spektor, Wild Hope instead inches Moore into Michelle Branch territory. Which, mind you, is far better than Mandy's original incarnation as a Britney Spears wannabe, but a step slow nonetheless.
Word of advice: Mandy, you're drop-dead gorgeous and funny to boot. The world will not demand another album from you if you deliver on the full potential of these virtues. It's really okay.