Project Runway: Really? I mean... REALLY?

The Project Runway finale? What the fuck? Unfortunately, living on the West Coast, I often find out the winner of these various reality things before I actually get to watch them. I can go into a self-imposed media black-out, yet I still find out. So, I didn't have the same shock that everyone else did when they watched the finale, because I already knew who won. But still... What the fuck?

Gretchen? There isn't anything I can say that hasn't already been said on Facebook, Twitter, or an other pop-culture blog, but Gretchen is a horrible person. And her line? I didn't think there was enough hemp in the world to produce that much shitty clothing. Sure, throw some dreads on those models (and about fifty pounds) and you have half of the student body at my university (the other half would be wearing Mondo's clothes while sporting blue curly hair and a bowler hat). I adore our dreadlocked students but that doesn't mean I want to dress like them.

Ugh. Just ugh. I enjoyed this season for many reasons, and one of those reasons was Mondo and his originality. I'm not going to declare I will never watch Project Runway again, but maybe it is time to find new judges. I'm thinking that Michael and Nina have just gotten old. And boring.

Former finalist Laura Bennett had a great take on the whole thing: Team Gretchen Now Accepting Applications.

I found Bennett's post over at the Best Week Ever recap of the Project Runway finale.

And, yes, I know there are much more important things going on this world than the finale of a reality show, but right now, I just don't feel like thinking about them.

Sitting at a desk is totally easy

...You'll be unjamming printers until your hands bleed.

It snowed last winter...

...so global warning is obviously a lie.



So funny yet so terrifying.

Thanks for the memories, Brent (Part II)

The Vikings played the Packers in Lambeau tonight. You might've heard about it.

I can't remember being that tense during a game. When it was over I was shaking so hard I couldn't pick anything up. And then I started to laugh. Hard. And then I realized I had tears running down my face. I wouldn't say I was crying, but, well, okay I was.

Yeah, sure, it's a reaction that is hard to explain to a lot of people. Prior to this game I approached it as Favre returning to Lambeau. And then I read an interview with Favre where he talked about playing there for so long and how he enjoyed and valued every touchdown he ever threw in that stadium, and he was bittersweet that this would be his last game there.

And then I saw the game differently. It was Favre's last turn in Lambeau (unless the Vikings make the playoffs and the Packers have home field advantage). That changed the game and changed my attitude towards Favre.  It is an understatement to say that for years I adored the man. Really adored him. And the adoration of Favre is hard to explain to a non-Packers fan and even harder to explain to a non-football fan. Someone asked me how I could go from love to hate so quickly. Easy: There is a very thin line between love and hate. It is one thing to crap all over the team and the management of said team. It is another to crap all over the fans. And with the Packer Organization being majority owned by the fans, it is hard to separate the two. The ownership of the Packers makes the relationship between the fans, the team, and the players incredibly personal. So, when a player like Favre tries to pass his going over to the Vikings as "nothing personal" and he asks Packer fans to still love him.... Well, he doesn't get it. He never got it. It means something to be a Packer, and after all those years, he never got that. So, well, fuck him.

The game went from watching the former star quarterback return to his former stadium, to a last hurrah, and possibly overwhelmingly emotional return of a player to where he was the king. And the return came during a season when it was obvious he had stayed too long, and the season that his "aw shucks" small-town boy facade was crumbling.* There was something almost sad about his return. Tonight, after all those years of watching him as a Packer--after the painkiller addiction (we forgave him), Deanna's cancer, his father's death (we mourned for him), his interceptions and emotional freakouts during games (we forgave him; there was always next time)--we had one last chance to watch him play--and beat him.

It was a back and forth game. The Packers got lucky--very lucky--with certain calls. McCarthy called some questionable plays. Rodgers made some bad decisions. But in the end, the Favre that I knew and loved was the one who lost the game. He threw two interceptions that lead to scores. I think it was the emotion and pressure that got to him. After all those years, I've seen him choke the same way again and again. And this time, I cherished every single moment of it.

I do thank you for the memories, "Brent." I enjoyed watching you play. But you are and always will be a traitor, and I very much enjoyed watching you choke.

Display of Favre Vikings Jerseys at General Mitchell Airport in Milwaukee.
I'm surprised no one had defaced them. 

*Anyone who knew anything about him and his behavior during his early years with the Packers, and before he and Deanna were actually married (their daughter was seven years when they got married), shouldn't be surprised by the whole sexting thing. Many high-profile Packers had reputations of hitting up the bars in Appleton and Milwaukee, and there are plenty of stories about what Favre and random girls did in various Green Bay bars. Green Bay is small. Appleton is smaller. And even though Milwaukee is the largest city in Wisconsin, a Packer can't hide there. 

These ads have GOT to be a joke

Really. These Calvin Klein Envy can't be real. Because if they are, they are past the point of painful. With lines like: "I'm a good crier...," I figure they were written by a fifth grader.

Jesus H. Christ.

I really hate this one:



But really, when it comes down to it, they all suck.