
People have been correcting me all week. First because I forgot to mention that
Casanova won last week's challenge, and then because, apparently, my eyes really are failing and everyone except me knew about Swatch the Dog. He's been on the show a lot, they say.
Tim Gunn's spoken to him frequently, and I must have been in the kitchen getting cookies every single time it happened. So thanks for the gentle comments. ("LISTEN IDIOT, THE DOG'S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME. PAY ATTENTION.")
The theme of this week's show is turning ugly bridesmaid dresses into un-ugly, divorced-27-year-old-out-at-da-club dresses. The other theme is "Let's Keep Beating Up
Michael C."
But first, the challenge. I got married to my man, and do you know what the three female friends and three male friends up in front of our crowd of guests wore? Whatever they damn well felt like wearing, that's what. And they all looked amazing. Are straight people so tied to this tradition that they have to go around making their friends look like big lavender turds? It makes no sense.
Anyway, here we are, looking at 11 women in punishment dresses. The designers pick them, one by one, until only the biggest specimens are left. Unsurprising. I hate fashion designers who think that fat women should be locked out of looking awesome. I'm a fat guy myself but that's not why I hate them for that. I wear Dickies and t-shirts, and I don't care if
Rei Kawakubo won't make something in a true XXL. I'm happy with the socks and wallets. No skin off my ass. But ladies like to look pretty and stuff, and if you're a designer who can't or won't do that for women of every size then you can't really do it well and you should be ashamed of yourself. At least Casanova, who knows nothing of American fake politeness, says it openly when picking the most actual-model-looking of the real women on stage: "Toll! Skeenee!"
Michael D picks last and says, on interview cam: "I got the worst dress..." and the sentence trails off. C'mon man, SAY IT. You know you want to. It gets even grosser when, during his visit with Tim Gunn, he low-voices his concerns about being able to make a good dress with the two-yards allowance that everyone got. OK, I get it, fat people require more fabric. That's a fact. But can you maybe mewl a little less about it, Gay? "There's no way I'm tackling all of this
siiiiiizzze," he whimpers, "I'm trying to be very kind."
No you're not. You're a dumbass. And your model doesn't need your kind of "kind." She needs you to do your damn job and make a good dress. Casanova helps by mocking Michael D's work: "He don't make any changes, he just poot lace on de dress and he cut de dress." This proves that limited English doesn't always mean limited competency in communicating exactly what needs to be said.
Okay, onward...