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The whole thing is kind of like when you're really in love with a guy, but there are limitations to your love—it can only last until he goes back to his country or college or wife or girlfriend or the army or jail. You may feel fleeting pleasure now, but your romance is ultimately doomed. I feel thusly tormented.
But perhaps my biggest issue with this season of PR is this: The contestants are bunch of jerks. Not all of them, of course, but the ones who are have set a new standard for douchebaggery. I mean, I understand that the guy with the catchphrase often wins, but I deeply resent Blayne's trying to force "licious" down our throats (as in girlicious, sailor-icious, darthlicious, I-want-to-kill-you-with-my-mind-icious, etc) in a desperate attempt to be this season's "fierce" or "hot tranny mess." While we're at it, I also resent Blaine's "addiction to tanning" and that hideous diaper thing he made in the first episode.
And then there's Suede. A man who not only named himself after a kind of leather, but likes this name so much that he uses it constantly in the third person "Suede has to look after Suede," "I'm sad to see him go, but it's good for Suede." Accck! It's so friggin contrived and annoying I can't stand it. He also has a blue mohawk which is basically 15 year-old speak for "Please give me attention." Oh, and this is a minor point, but still stinks of "Look at me," whenever Tim asks how the designers are doing, Suede says "dandelions." Because, I guess "dandy," is just not quirky enough.
Seriously, I can't take it. The sad, dorky strategy.
In other news, there are designers I love, who don't mangle the English language for effect. There's sassy Jerrell, arm tats Kelli and 40s-style Kendra, the girl who will definitely break my heart worse than anything we've seen since Alison Kelly.
To be continued.
