Project Runway: I Thought Everybody Liked Boobs?


In case anyone has been crying over it, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of this Project Runway post.  Also, get yourself some Paxil, seriously this is just a stupid blog. What happened, see, is I got myself a Target credit card and then naturally had to redo my entire bathroom. Priorities, you know. Note to everyone ever: Target credit cards are dangerous. Approach with caution.

Anyways, Project Runway, yes, this show about fashion. Or is it a show about fighting? I'm not so sure this season. Heidi announces to the contestants that they will not be using their usual models for this challenge. Looks of trepidation pass over their faces. Then a group of men start walking out. The trepidation turns to full-on fear. Menswear? No one knows how to make menswear! And then, my God. They realize that these are not male models, but actual normal men. Immediately everyone is like, "Oh my God just kill me now, I cannot design for fat people" (none of these men are fat) and "What the hell am I supposed to do with these huge gargantuan men who are not waifish women?! I am so perplexed by their shoulders!" (they are seriously all normal men) and "What the hell, this is fashion, not Walmart, I cannot design for these big, gross, unattractive people! And did I mention they are fat! Ew!" and etc. It's completely ridiculous. It's as if Heidi was like, "Hey now you all have to design for a humpback whale, okay? Good luck!" Shut up, designers.


They are very pleased, of course when they find out that they are not actually designing menswear. No, they are designing an outfit for the men's wives. Oh, the relief!  But then, for some, a new horror awaits...breasts. Dun dun dunnnnnn. See, in the real world, women have tits. It's like this thing we all have. I've got a pair and, if you're a girl, I'm pretty sure you do, too. Unless you're a model. Then you know better than to have pesky breasts, which just get in the way of beautiful clothing! God forbid. Anyway, boobs. They are horrifying, especially for Olivier.

I'm going to just be honest. Most of this episode is about Olivier and here is my conclusion: Olivier is a fucking asshole. He hates boobs. He hates women who are not stick thin. He hates people with like, opinions. He hates working with clients. He hates being told what to make. He hates his special snowflakes of innovation to be disrupted by like, people talking. And did I mention, he hates boobs? Olivier really cannot stand the tatas. He has Tataphobia, which is apparently a very serious condition.  He wishes everyone could just be flat chested and...well, essentially, have a body exactly like his own. He really says this. He doesn't want curves or hips or boobs or muscles...he just wants little boyish Asians? I don't know. But good luck having a marketable line, dickhead. The models model the clothes, see? Then actual people buy them. Ugh. Moron.

Lots of other nice stuff happens, though it's mostly overshadowed by Olivier's endless complaints. But let's talk about some of them. Bert's client is actually the polar opposite of Olivier. He describes himself as "the boobie monster," and wants Bert to make a garment that will show off his wife's impressive rack. He actually motorboats the mannequin at one point. Amazing. Anthony's client is quite enjoyable as well. It turns out that he lost his wife's favorite dress at an airport and he'd like Anthony to recreate the dress as a gift. Very sweet.  Josh's client is a very nice, soft spoken man who tells Josh that his wife is very conservative. Josh has a lot of trouble fighting his own bedazzling instincts, but he's surprisingly not a jerk about it.


Meanwhile, in Tataphobialand, Olivier is having trouble meeting with his clients. He just wants quiet. There is "too much energy." He says he has "a lot of ego" in his designs and doesn't like to be told what to create. He isn't really interested in "compromising [his] aesthetic point of view," even though that's kind of the entire point of having a client. You need to create for them. Idiot. You guys, I hate Olivier now.

One other person having trouble is Bryce. His client's wife has an affinity for pink, and Bryce is not a fan. But unlike some people, he realizes that he has to do pink anyway. Unfortunately, he chooses a horrible pink. The outfit is basically alright, but Bryce just is not feeling it at all. Poor Bryce. He really tries, but he knows he's in trouble. He ends up second guessing himself to death and scrapping his entire outfit at the last minute. Obviously, this ends up being a mistake.


Meanwhile, Olivier's client thinks the pants ride up her ass a little (they do) and he tells us that he's "sick of this shit." He wishes that people could just come to him and "shut up." He prefers a "non-speaking person" who will just "do their job" and not talk back. You know what I wish, Olivier? I wish you would shut the fuck up. Also, why do you spell your name Olivier and pronounce it like Oliver? You complete ass.

Runway time! Generally, the clients are pleased, even the ones who end up in the bottom. Anya, Josh and Victor make it to the top, and Josh ends up taking the win. I have to admit, this is a complete surprise to me. Not that his outfit won - I actually really like it - but that he managed not only to be cooperative with his client, but create something lovely that is so outside of his comfort zone. Good for him. The judges are all pleasantly surprised as well. In the bottom are Bert, Bryce and Anthony. This makes me sad. The outfits are not good, that is true, but they all tried so hard to please their clients. In the end, Bryce and his Pepto disaster are sent home. Poor Bryce.

As for Olivier, he goes on to design another day. Hopefully next week, his client will be a mute, lobotomized, prepubescent girl. I just can't handle another Tataphobic seizure, you know?

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