When You're Aut, You're Aut

I haven't told someone to give Project Runway a chance for a long time now. Will probably never do so again.

If they can choose the winner and loser they did this week, then (a) they're liars and frauds, or (b) they haven't taught me as much about fashion as I thought. Because, frankly, this week they chose the ugly dress of an arrogant bitch for the win, and sent home someone who had been a contender to win in four of the seven previous weeks instead of someone who had nearly been sent home four out of seven times. It's stupid, not least because they weren't even making dresses for the models they were prepared to use. (Are these girls getting more than scale? They're professionals! Why the fuck are they not being used every week?)

This is where Jeff will probably tell me that I'm not supposed to care about television so much. Preemptively: fuck you, Jeff. :-) If television is not worth getting angry about it is not worth watching.