Live Blogging Project Runway, Week 11
Well kids, it's hard to believe over two months have flown by. Remember July, when this commenter live-blogging party began? Those hot and halcyon days when the financial world had not yet collapsed, we'd never heard of Sarah Palin and ... people still liked Kenley? Remember? She was everyone's favorite spunky, talented, retro Bettie Page doppelganger. But that was before the crying, back-biting and bitching, and before her designs started sucking. Now it seems like the whole blogosphere is hating on her. But I have to confess: I still like Kenley. I liked the Good Kenley then, and I like Bad Kenley now. The bad, bad Kenley... Sorry; I lost my train of thought. Where was I? Oh yes, highlights from last week:
- We drank every time we saw butt cleavage in a Bluefly commercial. (Try it, it's fun.)
- The challenge was "Dress Our Daughters for Work Day," to considerable commenter puzzlement. (As StrawberryShortcake noted, "My mom picking out my clothing is the reason I moved 2,000 miles away from her.")
- Jerell won (again), Suede sucked (again), the women kind of coasted, Joe got auf'd, and skort lovers the world over wept.
And now, with my amazing powers of foresight (and having watched the preview clips), I suggest that commenters watch for the following as they live-blog tonight: Three models being eliminated. Get ready to react with three times the usual indifference when they leave! Jerell saying "Kenley's ass is ridiculous." I can't imagine why he'd say that. Maybe because, when she tried to pull something avant garde out of it, she pulled out a balloon-shouldered Betty Crocker instead? LL Cool J revealing that one designer does not understand what "hip hop" means. Does this mean someone will put bunny ears on a model, or send her down the runway on a pogo stick? (Tonight's episode, by the way, is called "Rock 'n' Runway," so it looks like designers aren't the only ones who can get a little confused about this "hip hop" concept.) Finally, a quick note: I'll be at the Gawker commenter meet-up in Manhattan tonight, so I'll miss tonight's live blog. (SheWalkedWithaZombie has graciously agreed to fill in as guest host.) But while I'm away, I want you all to know something … Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. And wherever there's a cop beating up a guy, I'll be there too. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad and I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready. And when our folks eat the stuff they raise and live in the houses they build — why, I'll be there too. Oh, and I'll be back here next week. See you then!