Wendy, Wendy, Wendy. What are we gonna do with you?
The confusion on their faces is priceless. You just know they thought someone sent the model down the runway in the wrong outfit.
It's practically impossible to critique this outfit. Like sending a food critic to McDonald's. What can you say other than "It's a postal uniform"? Of course that's not entirely true. It's THE postal uniform. As in, the one that already exists. She even used the exact same colors and fabrics. Is there a creative bone in her body?
Wait, what? What is going on with those seams? This looks like someone's first sewing project. Actually, it looks like some reanimated corpse sewing project. Frankensewing.
Stern Daddy drew the short straw and the producers shoved him through the workroom doors to stage an intervention.
Look how gingerly he's handling that shoe. As if someone just died wearing it or there's still a foot in it.
Just once, we'd love to see Tim throw caution and diplomacy to the wind.
"I tried. She's tacky and talentless and she shouldn't even be here. What do you want from me?"
Meanwhile, Tim's little intervention awoke every personality flaw in her psyche - and they woke up hungry and screaming.
To the sheer delight (mixed with horror) of her competitors, Wendy has now become completely indistinguishable from the piss-covered crazies wandering the streets.
Someone's obviously getting strangled in the little scenario playing in her head. We just love the irony of her pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a way to defend the ugly shoes, while wearing...UGLY SHOES! Wendy, you are so metatextual.
[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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