On Friday Night Lights
Why We Love . . . Tyra Collette
By Jen Chaney
To rely on T&A, or not to rely on T&A?
For Tyra Collette, that was perpetually the question.
Here was a supposed high schooler who looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of Playboy, all blonde hair, killer bod, and wicked eyes. She was a Collette, with a MILF for a mom and a sister who stripped for tips at the premier Dillon nudie bar. Looking like that, with that kind of pedigree, she could easily have continued breaking hearts and serving up sizzlin’ steak fajitas at Applebee’s for as long as her heart desired.
But Tyra Collette’s heart and, more importantly, her mind wanted more.
She wanted to go to college. She wanted to, in her words, break the Collette mold. She wanted to be seen as a woman who had more to offer than one-night stands and saucy repartee.
Because she desired all of those things so desperately and also happened to have a Texas-sized chip on her shoulder, Tyra could be more than a little nasty. This girl put both the spit and the fire into spitfire.
She was often less than kind to Lyla Garrity. (“Hey, cheatin’ cheerleader bitch,” she once called to Lyla when she was stranded on the side of a road. “Want a ride?”) And she had a bad habit of callously using and abusing Landry Clarke; does anyone else still twitch with horror when they remember the time she coldly told him: “Look in a mirror. I don’t know what I was thinking with you.” …