"You better count your blessings, girls. I don't know, you've had this amazing guardian angel that wants you to do so well and I don't know why for the life of me. I have like no faith left."
Girl, please. This is a reality show produced by Tyra frigging Banks, for God's sake. There's no need to be having a crisis of faith over it. Pull yourself together.
Megan, meanwhile, is savoring every delicious moment of Ashlie's crackup while sipping on the blood of unbaptized babies.
On to the so-called "challenge":
Dear Tyra: WATCHING PEOPLE SHOP IS NOT INHERENTLY INTERESTING!
Even if their head's so far up their ass that they accidentally spend over three times the budget.
Also,
PEERING INTO GARMENT BAGS IS NO WAY TO JUDGE AN OUTFIT.
Come on, producers. Throw us a bone here. Our brain cells are just giving up on us at this point.
"Cobblestones. No problem, I could run the bulls in these shoes."
And THAT may just be the bullshittiest thing we've ever heard in our lives. Anne darling, you can't even walk ten feet in your "office" in a pair of heels.
So, let's look at the entries, shall we?
Well! I think we've all learned something valuable here. Mainly, that this whole exercise was POINTLESS.
It's not that we expected this show to be anywhere near as interesting as Project Runway and unlike a lot of our readers, we actually enjoy the smacktalking and bitchy drama, but this kind of crap is so painfully stupid that it makes our brains bleed. There are so many interesting aspects of fashion editorial that could be shown on this show (and to their credit, the trend pages and such are at least a step in the right direction), but this Devil Wears Prada silliness is not interesting to watch at all. Furthermore, it casts Anne and Elle in a decidedly frivolous, low brow light.
[Screencaps: Projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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