I want so badly to talk about the clothes, but this episode is not about the clothes. That's for next week. This is week is all about the reality. Last season, this episode was a big old sympathy fest, everyone revealing their traumatic past. I left this one feeling pretty much the exact same way about everyone and everything. It was dull, but not without its perks.
Michael is still adorable, if a bit naive. You know, with the bedazzling and such. Ah, but this is not about clothes! His family's adorable, too.
Laura is still as poised and pregnant as ever. We finally got to meet her five kids in their beautiful home in New York. In my viewing buddy's elegant words, "She's gotta be fucking loaded!" Then there's, well, this:
I know y'all were thinking it with me: "What?" Not to insult the guy, but, you're Mr. Laura Bennett. We were expecting something a little more fabulously glamorous.
Uli is still... on a beach?
But Tim removed his shoes and jacket! This is a noteworthy day.
Jeffrey is still a tough guy with a heart of gold. Or maybe platinum, or something.
I'm a sucker for babies in general, but seriously, that is one crazy cute baby. He looks so much like his daddy, I think I'm going to get cavities. From the sweetness, you understand.
Project Runway itself is still nuts about product placement!
I totally believe this is really Tim Gunn's car and filming it was purely to benefit the storytelling.
Drama is still stupid. Ok, listen. I think the accusations are bull, I think it's real fishy that there was no big twist except for this drama, I think I'm pissed that Jeffrey is being reprimanded for being overly prepared, I think I like Uli way more than I already did for trying to defend Jeffrey's collection, I think it was creepy that they were all poking at it while he was out of the room, I think Michael is way too impressionable, I think Laura's imitation of Jeffrey sounded Australian. There is one thing, however, that I know.
I know that this is the single funniest thing that's been featured on the show in a while.
My viewing buddy and I laughed way longer than necessary.
I've been sick of the drama for weeks, but I'll never get tired of the people involved. Good luck to the final four, I'll miss you guys.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Episode 13: Smooth Segue!
Friday, October 06, 2006
Men Should Act Like Robots.
Hello, my five loyal readers. I only caught the second half of Project Runway's reunion special, and that's never, ever the good part, so I'll hold off writing about reality TV for another week. Since I got to college, TV makes me feel dirty.
Speaking of. I was working in the women's center the other day, and after finishing up the newsletter and bringing our Love Your Body Day posters to the copy center, I browsed a couple of feminist blogs and sites. Feministing brought me to this site for some stupid beer. Before you can view their commercials, they will ask you if you're "old enough to play with the big boys". Listen, buddy, I go to college. Girls drink beer, too. This also implies that only people of legal drinking age can look at alcohol commercials, which is pretty hilarious. Any kid with access to a TV already knows that beer is for boys, hard drinks that taste like fruit are for girls and alcohol makes everyone more fun and sexy.
Does anyone remember the very first commercial for Bratz? Their very first tagline (which I'm left to assume was quicky pulled off the air- but how the did it get on in the first place?) was said by two pretty young ladies in unison: "Don't Theorize, Accesorize!" I know that I for one, after overcoming the sheer disbelief, began freaking. the. fuck. out. How did NOBODY in the room when that one was thrown out go "you know, that could be construed as sexist"? Maybe there were no women in the room. Maybe they should make a Bratz playset that comes with a glass ceiling. After all, I've been told Bratz are all about girl power. Girl power through fashion, girl power through diamonds, girl power through buying more shit. Girl power in that Barbie was getting a little too frumpy, what with changing her classic features so she almost looked kind of like a real human being, so Bratz kicked it UP and cornered the market for peddling gender roles and unrealistic standards to extremely young girls.
Anyway, my point being, these beer commercials are so blatantly destructive on their own, and yet, like Bratz's original tagline, they felt the need to point out their own idiocy. For the crimes of swatting a bee, enjoying a trampoline and wiping the grease off one's pizza, the offenders are put to death by a giant can of beer. There seems to be a backlash from the days of the metrosexual (which I've heard more often than ever since I got to school- people still use this word seriously? Why do we need to throw a ridiculous label on a hetero man with a couple of "feminine" qualities?). Ads have always been pretty sexist, but now more than ever I'm noticing attacks on men- you don't like red meat, alcohol and fast cars? You're not a man, prepare to be ostracized.
As if the kick in the balls wasn't enough, then comes the punch in the face, a deep voice making no allusions about the message: "Men Should Act Like Men." So, I had a couple of ideas to expand their already large library of things un-manly. (They are not family friendly, apologies to my main linker BPR.)
Enjoy.
MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN.
MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN.
MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN.
MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN.
MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN. DRINK. OBEY.
