has got to go. It's purely for personal health reasons. His tanorexia orange is causing me eyestrain. His sad attempts at coining a catch phrase ("Holla' at your boy"-really, that's the best you could come up with?) makes my eardrums ache for the sound of Christian's "fierce hot tranny mess". My favorite reality show, the only reality show, of the many that I watch, that requires their contestants to have actual talent has been tainted by this Blayne fella'.
Project Runway is and has been my favorite show since the early days of Jay and Austin Scarlett (and if that name isn't just perfect for him). I love the designs, I love to watch the designers gather inspiration, I love how they mix fabrics and textures. The only thing I would love more is to see Blayne leave the show. He is a distraction, whiney and a mediocre designer. I mean, tight bermuda shorts under a mom-shirt/tank top as business attire. Really? Oh yeah, I forgot, he's described his designs as "urban".
Um, yeah. Not even in Yakama, Washington.
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