Uffish Thoughts: I want to be stereotyped. I want to be classified.
came across uffish via bitch (you know where to find her) and squealed when i saw poor poor kevin's face. poor kevin - either bump up or go home. bad leadership, weird hair and the strange ability to be even more incoherent than the models.
but roommie and i love this show. love love love. it's gettin' down to the nitty gritty and next week, i need to see FashionMom go out in a teary, hysterical, face-in-the-drink meltdown to end all meltdowns.
(confession: i am also fascinated by heidi klum's voluptuous teutonicity. since giving birth her ass looks great.)
2 comments:
I totally watch that show, and it's the only reality show that I watch. I don't care for the fake tension or the drama; I watch because they are professionals doing what they are trained to do, instead of sexy people doing ridiculous arbitrary games, and humiliation does not happen as a function of the challenge. In the end, the winner will be someone who is professional, who knows how to have ideas and express them.
See? Everything Is Theory. Theory Is Everything.
exactly. there's no real bitchiness because it's all based on craft.
wendy makes the same dress over and over; robert wouldn't know a good color combination if it came up and cut off his ponytail; austin, much to his detriment, loves bustles; kara saun is the perfect designer for banana republic; jay kicks ass.
and the judges are totally harsh. love it. eat this, american idol.
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