Beardley, Beardley, Beardley...
This weekend it was 70 degrees, breezy and not humid. Was I outside frolicking, hiking, swimming? No, I was inside, watching Project Runway and trimming ferret toenails, because I have my priorities straight.
I had to delay writing this until now because it was too painful. My only eye candy this season, voted off so quickly.. but with good reason, unfortunately. Who can expect a sensitive, non-TV-watching, tea-drinking sweetheart like Bradley to make an outfit for divalicious, outrageous, immodest Cher? It was evident that he was in over his head when his model Katie said Cher is more pop these days, and Bradley replied "like, Prince pop?"
It seemed like the designers for the most part got their ideal icon to work with. I knew Knight Rider's outfit was destined to be slammin', because of his extreme enthusiasm and clear knowledge of his icon. And slammin' it was- I'd wear it, if I wore hot pants, or sleeveless tops, or magenta. I actually was a little surprised that the judges didn't comment on the crotch issues on the hot pants, because from where I was sitting there appeared to be some. I didn't care for Vincent's Twiggy outfit. The sleeves were too long. Teeny cap sleeves would have been cuter.
This week's memo to Robert: Please stop. You're nice, and funny, and if I met you on the street I would be totally thrilled, but your designs are boring! You said "It wasn't as good as I would want." I agree. Go back to Bland City. And memo to Kayne's model Amanda- no one cares about you going to Serendipity, or your IPod Shuffle, or your hair color.
Michael's phone call to his mommy was touching. If I were on PR and called my mommy, I'd be gossiping like crazy. And it was nice of him to defend Angela in the sewing machine fight, even though the argument against her was pretty right on, as far as I could tell. He is Captain Save-A-Ho! I hope next week Angela's t-shirt reads 'G is for Going Home.' What's with Jeffrey saying he hopes Laura has a stroke? She has money, dude. She'll have you killed.
In conclusion, I will miss Bradley Baumkirchner. I could watch him drink orange juice for hours, talking about his Tresemmé hair gel, or the 'spiciness' in the work room, or how he feels like a plum tree. As sad as it is, I suppose it's better to have watched Bradley lose than never to have Bradleyed at all.
This weekend it was 70 degrees, breezy and not humid. Was I outside frolicking, hiking, swimming? No, I was inside, watching Project Runway and trimming ferret toenails, because I have my priorities straight.
I had to delay writing this until now because it was too painful. My only eye candy this season, voted off so quickly.. but with good reason, unfortunately. Who can expect a sensitive, non-TV-watching, tea-drinking sweetheart like Bradley to make an outfit for divalicious, outrageous, immodest Cher? It was evident that he was in over his head when his model Katie said Cher is more pop these days, and Bradley replied "like, Prince pop?"
It seemed like the designers for the most part got their ideal icon to work with. I knew Knight Rider's outfit was destined to be slammin', because of his extreme enthusiasm and clear knowledge of his icon. And slammin' it was- I'd wear it, if I wore hot pants, or sleeveless tops, or magenta. I actually was a little surprised that the judges didn't comment on the crotch issues on the hot pants, because from where I was sitting there appeared to be some. I didn't care for Vincent's Twiggy outfit. The sleeves were too long. Teeny cap sleeves would have been cuter.
This week's memo to Robert: Please stop. You're nice, and funny, and if I met you on the street I would be totally thrilled, but your designs are boring! You said "It wasn't as good as I would want." I agree. Go back to Bland City. And memo to Kayne's model Amanda- no one cares about you going to Serendipity, or your IPod Shuffle, or your hair color.
Michael's phone call to his mommy was touching. If I were on PR and called my mommy, I'd be gossiping like crazy. And it was nice of him to defend Angela in the sewing machine fight, even though the argument against her was pretty right on, as far as I could tell. He is Captain Save-A-Ho! I hope next week Angela's t-shirt reads 'G is for Going Home.' What's with Jeffrey saying he hopes Laura has a stroke? She has money, dude. She'll have you killed.
In conclusion, I will miss Bradley Baumkirchner. I could watch him drink orange juice for hours, talking about his Tresemmé hair gel, or the 'spiciness' in the work room, or how he feels like a plum tree. As sad as it is, I suppose it's better to have watched Bradley lose than never to have Bradleyed at all.
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