No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel

No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel

by Janice Dickinson
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No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel by Janice Dickinson

No Lifeguard on Duty is the ultimate memoir of sex, drugs, rock & roll, and redemption from modeling icon Janice Dickinson. From her supermodel glory days with Gia Carangi and Christie Brinkley to nights with Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson, and Sylvester Stallone; from a dizzying drug and alcohol habit to three failed marriages; from cavorting around the globe to struggling to make it in Los Angeles as a working mom on America’s Next Top Model and The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, Janice tells all.

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ISBN-13: 9780061750847
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 227,676
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Janice Dickinson is the world's first supermodel. She has appeared on the cover of every fashion magazine in the world and is the author of No Lifeguard on Duty and Everything About Me Is Fake . . . and I'm Perfect. A former judge on CW's smash hit America's Next Top Model, she lives in Beverly Hills, California, with her two children.

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No Lifeguard
The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel

Chapter One

Meet the Parents

My father was a tall, slim, handsome man with a thick head of silver hair, buzzed flat, and gunmetal gray eyes. People liked Ray. He had an easy smile. A pleasant laugh. He was a good storyteller, a good listener, popular with the neighbors.

But I didn't often see that easy smile. Or hear that pleasant laugh. I saw, instead, the way his eyes changed color when he got angry, the whites glowing red. Or the way he balled up his big, freckled fists when he came after me, like a bull in heat. I hated him. I hated his eyes; his hair; that acrid breath; the wife-beater, Fruit of the Loom T-shirts. I hated him with every fiber of my being.

I hated my mother, too; hated her because she was numbed into oblivion with the pills she'd been prescribed for an old back injury. She would come home at the end of the day, floating, and she stayed aloft with the help of those lovely pills. She would glide through the house on a cushion of air, in slow motion, unaware, unseeing, her voice soft, her mind elsewhere, always smiling this benign Hare Krishna smile -- like she was At One With God or something; which she was, I guess, at least chemically.

Those were my parents. So I ask you -- my two sisters and I -- what fucking chance did we have?

They met, appropriately enough, in a bar. My mother, Jennie Marie Pietrzykoski, was the eldest of nine children. Her Polish-born father owned a little pub in Plymouth, Pennsylvania, right next to the railroad tracks, and I guess she felt comfortable around booze. She went to nursing school in Manhattan, and at night she'd hit the elegant nightclubs with her fellow nurses.

One night, at a Midtown watering hole, some asshole came by to harass Mom and her fellow nurses. Ray Dickinson intervened, decking the guy and tossing him into the street. My mother and her friends were so grateful they asked him to join them. He looked good in his Navy uniform. He was a radioman. Mom couldn't stop staring at those gray eyes. Three days later they went down to City Hall and got married.

The following week they ran into the "asshole" from the bar. Turns out he was a friend of Ray's; they'd set the whole thing up to make my father look like a regular hero. My mother thought it was funny. I would have had the marriage annulled.

They got an apartment in Brooklyn, and I guess those first few months were pretty hot. My mother was a looker. She wore stylish pumps and blood-red lipstick -- not particularly original, true, but it worked. She loved the camera and the camera loved her back.

Alexis came along a year later. She didn't love the camera. There's a picture of her I'll never forget: She's about five years old and sitting stiffly on my father's lap, and she has a look in her eyes that's a caught-on-film cry for help. He was already into her. I guess five was old enough. I don't know where that picture is today, but I've got it imbedded in my brain. I wish I could erase it.

I came along five years later. My mother was working as a nurse in Manhattan, already dabbling with prescription drugs, and my father was grumbling about his nowhere career with the Navy.

Now there was more bad news: another daughter. Ray was devastated. He'd been hoping for a boy and made no secret about it. I swear to God, I remember him hating me when I was barely a few weeks old. I know that seems unbelievable -- I was way too young to be forming memories -- but his hatred was the air I breathed from birth.

When I was just eighteen months old, in 1957, the family moved from Brooklyn to Florida. "Ray dear" -- as my mother called him -- had been tossed out of the Navy for assaulting an officer. He was going to start again, in sunny South Florida. Become Captain of his Own Goddamn Ship.

Only it never quite happened for him. He got a gig with the Coast Guard, but he didn't think much of those "pussies," so he ended up with the U.S. Merchant Marine. He hated taking orders, but he loved the sea. And he loved the long trips he got to take. So did we. Life was different when he wasn't around. At night I'd kneel next to my bed and pray that the Seaman's Union would call in the morning and drag him off to some remote hellhole, where he'd fall overboard in a storm and get eaten by a shark. Alas, all my prayers went unanswered. Ray always returned to the family. He couldn't get enough of his family. Ray dear had a problem, see. He liked to be serviced. And with four women in the house, he felt entitled.

I was nine years old when he came to my room one night and told me we were going to play the lollipop game, a special game for a father and a favorite daughter. And -- We have a winner! -- I was that favorite daughter ...

No Lifeguard
The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel
. Copyright © by Janice Dickinson. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had trouble putting this down. It was very interesting and honest. It was well written. I would have liked the pictures better in a real book--one of the downfalls of e books.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I love it. I can not beleve that such a normal girl can turn into the worlds first supermodel
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down. This is more than just a memoire with a peek inside the industry, this is raw, honest, funny and heartbreaking. What distinguishes this book is seeing how she comes by everything so honestly and holds nothing back in relating it to the readers. Sometimes I wanted to smack her, but all the while cheering her on. An excellent read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
i wish janet had an official website because i'd really love for her to know that her book is amazingly honest and an inspiration to all who read it (and i will take the liberty to say all). i hope that when i look back at the many challenges i've had in my life i i will be able to share as much as janice has allowed us to share in her book. it couldn't have been easy , so for that, i think she is Simply Beautiful and Amazing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
You never want to put this book down! Non-stop action! If you are looking for a great book, read this now!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Janice's story is one of realization--the realization that YOU are the only one that can make yourself content! Her story has its ups and downs, and you are carried along in an I-want-to-read-it-all-in-one-night frenzy. Beautiful photography accompanies a great life story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was filled with curses, brutal honesty and humor. Janice Dickinson is one amazing lady with a life interesting enough to be able to write an autobiography about it. She broke the norm of the modeling world in the 70's. She wasn't blonde and blue-eyed as the other models, but her strong-willed attitude kept her going and she became as famous and adored as the rest. One minute she was on top of the world and the next she hit rock bottom because of her alcohol and drug abuse. Her journey is an amazing one. I recommend this book to anyone interested in the world of modeling and the secret lives many models lead.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book No Lifeguard On Duty by Janice Dickinson.I read it in one day and found I could not put it down. She tells her story in such a humorous light,I found myself laughing out loud.One minute i'd hate her and the next im cheering her on. I enjoyed her honesty and boldness and couldnt wait to read what was next. This is a book I will definetly pass on to my girlfriends!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Janice was and is still a true beauty. A bit mad and boastful but still a great, fun read. It is very much like Bebe Buell's book "Rebel Heart". Both woman possess the ability to profess their faults and really tell it like it is. Dickinson was a super-model, unlike Buell who was an "IT" girl who did some cool modeling. They both hung out w/ a lot of the same guys and they both come out swinging and standing tall. What I like about this book and Buell's and even Anne Hesche's tome, is that these woman learned from their mistakes and become well rounded, smart, family loving real WOMAN. They grow up on the pages. I still don't understand why they got so much flak from some critics because I learned so much from all three of these books. If you like beautiful pictures, this delivers. Also, Janice and Bebe are the only bios I have ever seen with nudes in them. Have fun- I sure did!