The fact is, when it comes to competition-based reality television, the contestant I hate the most is invariably destined to win. It started with Richard Hatch, the child-abusing, tax-evading, ugly-naked bag of stinking Survivor crap. It continued with almost every season of Big Brother, and let's not even talk about Rockstar: Supernova. I'm hoping it ends with Jeffrey Sebelia, the faux-punk, bullshit hard-luck story, pathetically arrogant, horribly untalented ugly handbag of Project Runway crap. Because I doubt that it will, I hereby announce the dissolution my relationship with any and all said reality shows. It's just too annoying. (And believe me, I know how utterly stupid it is that I find it that annoying. One more reason to slowly...back...away.)
I mean, does Heidi Klum expect America to take its fashion cues from someone with a fucking neck tattoo? Seriously? Michael, Nina...come on now. The guy managed to make a six-foot-two-inch anorexic model look like a fat man with osteoporosis. How is that fashionable, exactly? Is there a run on sickly and/or obese men these days that I've somehow missed? Should I look for John Goodman in next month's issue of Vogue? Will he have a new neck tattoo to show us?
Fuck it. Guess this means I'll have to consider leaving the house every once in awhile.
Tell you whut, though...I still wish Tim Gunn was my gay uncle.