Like pretty much everyone else, I’m a Project Runway addict. So shoot me. I claim to be a hip urban parent; I didn’t say I was a dead fish. I need my downtime too, you know.
I sat last night and watched the various designers have hissy fits while Michael — with that pained look on his face as if he needed Ex-Lax (and stat!) – poo-poo’d their, um, “dresses.”
And then, DING! The most fantabulous idear evah occurred to me: Ms. Klum is missing a golden opportunity to have her airbrushed urban mom face plastered on yet more billboards and merchandise.
Heidi, Heidi, Heidi… girl, think about it:
People looooove to watch hissy fits. On a regular basis, the designers have hissy fits as if they were 3 year olds. Michael has hissy fits as if he were a 3 year old (with constipation). Nina has hissy fits as if she were a bored 3 year old who desperately needs a haircut. And real 3 year olds have hissy fits, like…ALL the time.
