Fashionable TeVee

I admit it. I was born to be a couch potatoe. A potatoe that bums and watches television all day. I can watch anything. Any type of reality show (no matter how fake it is)? Check. Corny teen dramas? Check. ABC Family original series? Check.

Bravo is my addiction. Real Housewives, Kathy Griffin, Top Chef. Give me Bravo and large diet coke, and I may not move the entire day. My newest Brav-diction is the show Work of Art: The Next Great Artist. Alas, I stray from the point.

I want to make my readers aware that the 8th season of Project Runway starts tomorrow, July 29. Yes, it's the 8th season, but I never get tired of watching the crazy challenges and over-the-top contestant personalities. Not to mention, Heidi Klum is my soul mate, and the day that we meet sparks will fly and birds will sing as we realize we are meant to be best friends.

I simply can't wait for the new season (which is on Lifetime, don't forget). I anticipate this premiere almost but not quite as much as Jersey Shore season 2. Yet, this is a fashion blog, not a guido blog so I will focus on Project Runway.

The webiste provides a down to the second countdown of the season premiere as well as sneak peeks at the season's designers. Don't forget all the past footage they have posted as well. That way, you can relive all the "make it work" moments.

Till tomorrow, all I can do is fantasize about catwalks, needle point and Tim Gunn's personality--or lack there of.

the big bag

Here it is, the long lasting trend of the big purse. And by big, I mean luggage size, of course. I am as guilty as the next fashionable, cappuccino sipping young woman. A bag as big as my head (which is rather large, in my opinion) never leaves my shoulder. What do you possibly keep in there, one may ask.

Anything! Books, wallets, keys, midgets, phone, lip gloss. Whatever you fancy.

Yet, this is not the draw to the oversized bag. It's largeness is impractical to say the least. It's like trying to find a lost dime in a lake when you lose something. Yet, the trend has been around for years, and it does not appear to be going anywhere. So why? Why the need for a ten gallon bag?

Finally, today as I watched Law & Order: SVU, it hit me. The real reason women love the large bag. It brings relativity, and I call it the Large Purse Theory.

For example, is a penny small? Yes. But, if you put it next to a dime, it's relatively large. Same with an elephant. Is it large? Yes. But next to a skyscraper, it's relatively small.

Think of the purse as a skyscraper, and the wearer as an elephant. Without the purse, women are large or pudgey or fluffy (however you would like to politely say it.) Yet, when you place an enormous bag on their arm, the arm tends to shrink next to the vastness of the accessory.

Large purses cause instant weightloss, relatively speaking of course.

What The Hills Just Happened?

Here it is. The hot topic on every pop culture blog out there. Last night a reality era ended with the Hills finale. After 102 episodes, the characters would no longer be a part of our daily tevee ritual.

Many of us, like myself, followed these people from Laguna Beach to the fame-worthy Hollywood Hills. We watched them grow up over the six years from little nobodys to "it" girls. We became invested in their lives and their saga.

Am I going to sit here saying that I believed everything was real and nothing was scripted? Obviously not, but a girl can dream. Yes, I knew they set up meetings between feuding characters. Yes, they would make sure the whole cast was there for dramatic nights out. Still, did I want the fact the show was scripted to be thrown back into my face? No.

In case you live under a rock and have not heard or seen the finale, let me put it this way. Everything was going according to plan. Stephanie Pratt was being her normal, awkward self with her new normal, awkward boyfriend. Lo moved in with her long time boyfriend, who said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But not be engaged. I'm not going to lie, I did think Lo would get a rock for her finger in the final episode. I mean, how perfect would that have been?

Now the scene that makes the whole thing worth talking about. Kristin claims she wants a big change and plans on heading to Europe where she "knows like one person". Of course a going-away party ensues in true Hills fashion. Finally, as she packs up the car, Brody appears and tells her not to go, he's going to miss her a.k.a. miss her booty calls. Tears are shed, Kristin gets in the car, camera pans out. The set is revealed. The Hollywood backdrop is rolled away, and the camera crew is all shown. Kristin hops out the car and hugs Brody, saying a casual bye.

Really MTV? You just showed me that you my previous six years of semi-faithful viewership was a waste. Thanks for making me the fool.

Grant it, without the ending scene, the finale would be nothing to talk about. No screams occured, no lifechanging decisions were made. The ending twist is the reason that fans are still talking about the Hills--even if they are only upset.

So kudos, Adam Divello. You played into the critics hand and made fools of your loyal viewers. I now just need my Jersey Shore guidos and guidettes. That stupidity, drunkeness and tanness can't be anything but real.