Shetangi v. Rachael: CAGEMATCH!!!!!!

"The thing was, I had a lousy model with a big ass who couldn't walk if you drew a straight line on the runway and tied her to it."

"Let's bring out Tarah and Rachael for some uncomfortable shifting in our seats!"

"Oh.

Shit."

"Heidi, I am at one with the universe and I figure, if Zulema wants to be a straight up bitch who makes shitty clothes, then that's what the universe intended."

"Yeah, and if you wanna be a no-walking, marshmallow butt bitch then I guess the universe wanted that too."

"It all worked out in the end. You made another shitty dress and got kicked off the show, and I got to work with Nick, the most adorable designer ever."

"Guilty!"

"Look! You sucked! You couldn't walk for shit, you have a big ass, and you had a lousy attitude. I did what I needed to to stay in the game."

"If you needed to get rid of me to stay in the game, why were you sent home the minute you got rid of me? Looks to me like I was what kept you in the game."

"Damn."
"That's a good point."
"Ouch."

"You said WHAT?" I don't think so, bitch. You got Nick's skinny ass booted pretty quickly didn't you? I saw that plant dress you wore. You looked like Tinkerbell's fat slutty older sister."

"I'm ... sorry you still carry such anger. It must be awful to be so untalented."

"Oh don't pull this 'zen model' bullshit with me. The only reason you stayed in as long as you did was because of ME. Nick took you because he had no choice. SAY IT!"

"Whatever, bitch. My ass just got its own agent and you're still stapling clothes together. Eat it."




[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]


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Musical Monday: West Side Story

What happens when a bunch of gay men reimagine Romeo and Juliet with skinny ties and outrageous accents? Why, they toss out the iambic pentameter and add in a lot of crotch bulges! Yes, kids, it's West Side Story! Strap yourselves in!

We've got a TON of YouTube clips, so let's get started with one of the most famous musical openings of all time (with the possible exception of Julie Andrews spinning her ass off on that mountaintop):



And right off the bat, we're gonna step right in it. As brilliant as Jerome Robbins' choreography is in this movie, there are times when placing it in a real-world setting illustrates how much of a fantasy it is. We never could fully buy these supposed tough guys doing ballet steps through the real streets of New York. Granted, once you're able to make that shift, the movie works, but modern audiences have their work cut out for them in the suspension of disbelief area. Having never seen it on the stage, we suspect it works just fine in that setting. Still, it's fabulous and beautifully establishes the characters, the setting, and the conflict.


Anyway, Officer Krupke and Lt. Schrank show up and give these punks the what-for, breaking up the male-on-male dancing, sending the Sharks on their way and appealing to the Jets to "make nice with the PRs."


The boys are humiliated and can't get their erections to go down, so like a good team leader, Riff does some acrobatics for them and sings about cigarettes and dying days to cheer them up.

We never could stand Russ Tamblyn.


Sweaty and awash in testosterone, the boys take to the streets, frightening bystanders by grunting and thrusting their crotches and asses at them.

Did we mention that this was Shakespeare reimagined by a bunch of gay men?


Later, Riff has a tender moment with former Jets leader Tony.


Old feelings bubble to the surface as Riff teases him about going straight and reminds him that he's a Jet for life. In the afterglow, Tony agrees to go to the dance that night.


Tony's ... special. We're supposed to buy this melodramatic princess with his huge white teeth and perfect diction as a former gang leader? Easy on the eyes, though.


Later at the neighborhood bridal shop, we meet Maria, who is virginal and rolls all her r's a little too hard. She is thrilled with the dress Anita made for the dance that night. Anita doesn't tell her that she just took in an old communion dress that some fat girl never picked up from the shop.

Rita Moreno=FABULOUS.


The kids all decide to take a couple hits of acid before heading out to the party. And speaking of the party...



TO DIE, CHITLINS. Favorite scene in the whole movie. Wouldn't life be fabulous beyond words if we all agreed to settle conflicts by yelling

"MAMBO!"
"MAMBO!"
"GO!!!"

at each other and then dancing the SHIT outta the room? Only in the fantasy world of musicals, where the black kids at the dance all line up against the wall in their dour clothes while the white kids demonstrate their superior dancing skills and flashy threads.

Tell you what, if we ever did find ourselves in a Mambo-off, we want Rita Moreno on our side.

And Velma (the blonde) is a bitch.


Tony and Maria, surfing on a wave of hormonal bliss that apparently washed away any vestiges of common sense, kiss in the middle of a war zone and unsurprisingly, Bernardo, being her brother and all, has a bit of a problem with that. Maria gets sent home and Riff and Bernardo agree to have a war council later that night.


Meanwhile, skies are pink for Tony. The dials on our gaydar spin wildly whenever he's onscreen. He's supposed to be in love with a girl, but spends the whole movie acting like one instead.

While Tony wanders the pink skies of Hell's Kitchen, the Sharks and their girls have a little discussion about goals and expectations:


LOVE.

Sure, the lyrics are a little racist, but what a spectacular scene. Rita is ON FIRE and George Chakiris just owns the screen. Whenever these two dance, it's tough to even notice anyone else. One of those scenes that illustrates what musicals do well so perfectly that it's become iconic; seared into the public's imagination and memory. Even people who have barely - or never - seen the movie, have seen this scene. Perfection.


Later, Tony catches up with Maria on the fire escape outside her bedroom in order to get a chance to look up her nightgown. Because her invisible parents are sleeping, they decide to sing really loudly at each other instead of just necking. Damn kids and their hormones.


Tony thinks clean thoughts until he's composed enough to go to the war council in his tight pants. He talks the rival gangs into picking the best fighter from each side to slug it out, then smugly acts like he's frikkin' Gandhi or something.

Why do the Jets all dress like real estate agents?

The next day, Maria acts like a jackass.

It's a cute song, but we hate this scene. Just a little too syrupy sweet.

And speaking of syrupy sweet.

Because neither of them are very bright, Tony comes to the dress shop to see Maria. Anita is not pleased and flashes her fiery Puerto Rican eyes at him. His mayonnaise whiteness is no match.


Anita swirls her skirts and leaves and Tony and Maria act like total dorks instead of feeling each other up.


Then, Jesus blesses them. We hate this scene so much.

Anyway, as soon as they take their imaginary vows, Maria rips off the veil and starts nagging him to break up the rumble that night. He's all "Sure honey! That's a GREAT idea!" and we want to shake them both very roughly for several minutes.


That night, the Sharks and the Jets meet on an old abandoned movie set.


Tony shows up all earnest and in love, thinking that's enough to break things up.


Great idea, jackass.


While Tony's demonstrating his poor peace-making skills by killing her brother, Maria is off looking virginal, secure that she won't have to for much longer.


Fresh from the killings, Tony shows up all sweaty and the good sense train keeps right on rolling as Maria sings with him instead of hitting him with a chair.

Meanwhile, the Jets play it cool and a lightbulb goes off over the head of a little boy named Michael Jackson, who would be inspired to grow up, become white, and rip this scene off countless times.



Their little lesbian friend shows up and tells them that Chino is looking for Tony and he's got a gun. She demonstrates using the secret gang hand signal for "gun."


Meanwhile, these kids don't have the good sense God gave them.

Anita shows up and she is PISSED.

But because this is a musical, all Maria has to do is lip synch to Marni Nixon and Anita is convinced that sleeping with the guy who killed her brother is such a good idea that she's gonna help her out by heading down to see the Jets to give Tony a message. Yeah! That's a GREAT idea!

What the hell is WRONG with these kids? Where's Jerry Springer when you need him?


After the inevitable (and disturbing) attempted rape scene, Anita flashes her fiery Puerto Rican eyes once again and tells the Jets that Chino killed Maria. Eat it, bitches.


Tony takes the news surprisingly well. By walking straight into a bullet.


The Jets and the Sharks learn to work together by disposing of the body right under the watchful eyes of the police. Maria takes the gun home and shoots Anita in the face for being such a shitty friend. The End.

Man, that was depressing. Next week, Think Pink!

FWD: Simply Chloe Dao on QVC

"The worst part about winning is that people expect you to become this amazing accomplished designer right away. Everyone has really high expectations, but they forget we [Project Runway contestants] are all young and small designers."

Fashion Wire Daily talks to Season 2 winner Chloe about her upcoming line for QVC, Simply Chloe Dao.

"The "Simply Chloe Dao" line will debut on May 10 and the collection, which includes an interpretation of the silk tank dress from the reality show's final challenge, will feature modern silhouettes at reasonable price points. The prices range from $75, for the silk dress, to $30 for a stretch ribbed tank."

Battle of the Bottle Blondes

DELICIOUS bitchery this week, darlings! Tyson and Tabatha, two Persian cats pissing and hissing and establishing their territories. LOVE. IT.

Of course one of these fluffy little balls of bitchery is seriously out of his league. Someone needs to warn Tyson that the men who cross Tabatha tend to wind up in jars, ribbiting their heads off.


"I can do this all day, you know. I never blink."

"Oh, you child. I haven't blinked since the Middle Ages."


"...

I think I'll go call my mommy now."

Of course, bitchery is all the more delicious when it's the rage-behind-the-grin variety.

"Aw. Looks like you're last, Tabs."


"Why, THANK you, Tyson. That was so very thoughtful of you to try and make this more fun for me. Was that your Mommy's idea?"


"I will destroy you."


"Well you better get on it then, because you're going to need about 30 priests and a metric ton of holy water. And even THAT didn't work the last time someone tried it."


"It's cute, isn't it? Give me a lock of his hair, an unbaptized baby and the light of a full moon and I'll have him shitting ping-pong balls for the rest of his sorry life."

BONUS:
Q: What's funnier than obvious product placement?

A: Obvious product placement with a goofy accent.

"Guhls, it's time fuh you to put on yuh goawchuss Cinteeuh Wowee cwothes."


"Shit, I just got my hair hacked off by a hobbit. What the hell are wowee clothes?"


God, isn't that babydoll-over-jeans look seriously done at this point? On the one hand, it's to the show's enormous credit that they appear to be using real women as wig stands instead of size zero lollipop heads. On the other hand, these poor girls just had their hair hacked off by crazy people. Can't you at least TRY and make them feel a little pretty while you force them to parade around?

We're not the biggest fans of Cynthia Rowley, but she usually puts out flirty, cute, girly clothes. This looks like she just pulled stuff out of her hamper and gave it to the producers. We understand that the girls need to look somewhat uniform, but why not put them all in basic black dresses? That looks good on anyone and it won't detract from the hair. As it is, we can't help noticing the clothes because they're so drab and unflattering.