so, they aufed mister ro--er, robert.
laura is expecting her seventh child. or as she likes to think of it, "throwing another one on the pile." i love this girl. apparently her proclivity toward exposing vast areas of unattractive flesh is an inherited trait. did you note the UADD on her freakin mother?! no fear of sleeveless attire there. thank god she chose not to go topless as her daughter is so fond of doing.
michael kors's mother sounds an awful lot like isaac mizrahi's mother who sounds an awful lot like harvey fierstein. just saying.
fleurchon levels last night were thankfully set below the normal terror alert of orange.
MK on michael's horrid reversible dress: "i love that he thinks about it." word to you budding designers out there: don't forget to think, 'kay?
overall, i loved the part where they brought the moms out and all the designers promptly burst into tears. was it joy or relief? (as in: thank god, it's my mom. can you imagine if we actually had to touch real fat people off the street?) and it was good to see that while he doesn't have a brain, vincent does indeed have a heart. other than that, this challenge sucked. and not just the part where they exploited these peoples' mothers. (i am no fan of angela, and i think her mother is just as whiny as she is. still, that is no reason for scary, chinless, junkie jeff to go all assholey on her.) the clothes were just bo-ring. there wasn't one good outfit. due, i'm sure to the designers' overall squeamishness and disdain for the plus-size figure. this was so obvious, it was uncomfortable to watch. i mean, these are people who think this woman is "zaftig."
the only watchable part of the whole hour was this brilliant nike spot.
hoping for better next week. as for this week, let's just throw it on the pile with the rest of them, shall we?
Posted by knitlit kate at 9:14 AM