That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
Phil's eyebrow, I mean. That lift. That height. That dexterity. That ability to count. Holy smokes. I love that man. I love the Kentuckys, also, and their ability to speak Eyebrow fluently. They knew they came in second and they loved it.
Last night was actually a pretty mediocre episode, if not for the Eyebrow Olympics. That, and did you see how excited Phil got when the blonde MelonHead suffered an eyebrow injury herself? She smacked herself in the head with the car door (done that, actually) and was bleeding pretty good at the mat. Phil was all giant toothy grin about that.
But other than that - the Docs did the fast forward (so sick of the vegetarians and their retching on this show) and came in a billion hours ahead of everyone else. (There will be airport bunching in their future.) The Kentuckys stayed in second. The VBalls were very predictably out (we don't fall for that editing anymore, BVM).
The scenery was gorgeous, however, and there were lots of laughs as they carried dead fish (and a chain saw?) up a steep hill, rode bikes over slippery rocks, rappelled off a bridge, etc. etc. The Dumbs got slightly dumber but at least Mrs. Dumb got to show up her douchebag boyfriend - twice.
What did you think?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Project Runway: Well, that was kind of a buzz kill
As Tim Gunn would say: Oh my.
Last night on part 1 of the finale of Project Runway, the designers were sent off with six weeks (what happened to three months?) and $9,000 to make 10 looks (is it just me or by the end of the PR season are you totally sick of the word "looks"?).
Four weeks in, Tim Gunn booked his airfare and hit the road.
First up, Andy in Hawaii. And it was no spa life for our Laotian immigrant Warrior Woman designer, kids. His family owns a catfish farm. He worked his butt off as a child. Seeing Tim Gunn and waders and squealing at the sight of baby catfish was certainly a treat.
So Tim is super-duper Dr. Gunn on all these visits and is so busy grilling people about their psyches etc. that he barely has time to critique the clothes.
Andy's collection has a Laotian theme and he just got the fabrics delivered and he is running way behind. Oh no!
Then we head to Palm Springs to see Michael C., who in true Michael C. mode has pumped out 2,467 dresses. His boyfriend is there. Wait, Michael C. is gay? And we've been keeping that a secret because ...
So it turns out there was all this drama in Michael's life, he was so deeply in the closet that he got married and fathered a son and the his boyfriend outed him three years ago and his parents have not supported him ever and would you like more lasagna Tim?
Now we go to Denver with Tim to visit Mondo, in his tiny house with pink walls. Perhaps it's because there is all this attention on anti-gay bullying right now, but I find Mondo's home visit very touching, as he and his parents talk about what an outcast he was as a child. They forced him to play baseball so he could take the piano lessons he wanted. Poor sweet Mondo. He is the example, kids, of why you need to hang on through all the bad stuff, because if you can get to the other side, you can make your dream come true.
And now to Portland, Ore., to see Gretchen. Speaking of bad news, Gretchen returned home to find her partner (gender never specified) had left her and taken all her money. Ouch. On the other hand, I totally get it. So Gretchen is even more of a mess than usual. And even skinnier.
So off to New York, big suite, choose two looks, make a third look, everybody wants to either wow or be wowed.
Runway show: Mondo's is fabulous of course although I don't love the turquoise top. Michael's is effortlessly chic as usual and I hate the furry skirt. Andy's is interesting in that the warrior is not there, but really? A bikini? And Gretchen's is her usual hippie mess, which I hate.
Michael and Nina are brutal. BRUUUUTAL. It's actually painful to watch. Evil Heidi has been replaced by Nice Heidi. I'm not sure what's going on here.
So of course it's Mondo, and then it's Andy and then it's Gretchen, and Michael C. suffers a breakdown on TV like we haven't seen since Kate Gosselin was on Dancing with the Stars. It's really hard for anyone to be happy about the final three since the fourth is curled up in the fetal position heaving sobs. Tim does his best, but really, it's very disconcerting.
Next week, Lincoln Center. Which is not nearly as fun to say as Bryant Park. And Mondo will win.
Last night on part 1 of the finale of Project Runway, the designers were sent off with six weeks (what happened to three months?) and $9,000 to make 10 looks (is it just me or by the end of the PR season are you totally sick of the word "looks"?).
Four weeks in, Tim Gunn booked his airfare and hit the road.
First up, Andy in Hawaii. And it was no spa life for our Laotian immigrant Warrior Woman designer, kids. His family owns a catfish farm. He worked his butt off as a child. Seeing Tim Gunn and waders and squealing at the sight of baby catfish was certainly a treat.
So Tim is super-duper Dr. Gunn on all these visits and is so busy grilling people about their psyches etc. that he barely has time to critique the clothes.
Andy's collection has a Laotian theme and he just got the fabrics delivered and he is running way behind. Oh no!
Then we head to Palm Springs to see Michael C., who in true Michael C. mode has pumped out 2,467 dresses. His boyfriend is there. Wait, Michael C. is gay? And we've been keeping that a secret because ...
So it turns out there was all this drama in Michael's life, he was so deeply in the closet that he got married and fathered a son and the his boyfriend outed him three years ago and his parents have not supported him ever and would you like more lasagna Tim?
Now we go to Denver with Tim to visit Mondo, in his tiny house with pink walls. Perhaps it's because there is all this attention on anti-gay bullying right now, but I find Mondo's home visit very touching, as he and his parents talk about what an outcast he was as a child. They forced him to play baseball so he could take the piano lessons he wanted. Poor sweet Mondo. He is the example, kids, of why you need to hang on through all the bad stuff, because if you can get to the other side, you can make your dream come true.
And now to Portland, Ore., to see Gretchen. Speaking of bad news, Gretchen returned home to find her partner (gender never specified) had left her and taken all her money. Ouch. On the other hand, I totally get it. So Gretchen is even more of a mess than usual. And even skinnier.
So off to New York, big suite, choose two looks, make a third look, everybody wants to either wow or be wowed.
Runway show: Mondo's is fabulous of course although I don't love the turquoise top. Michael's is effortlessly chic as usual and I hate the furry skirt. Andy's is interesting in that the warrior is not there, but really? A bikini? And Gretchen's is her usual hippie mess, which I hate.
Michael and Nina are brutal. BRUUUUTAL. It's actually painful to watch. Evil Heidi has been replaced by Nice Heidi. I'm not sure what's going on here.
So of course it's Mondo, and then it's Andy and then it's Gretchen, and Michael C. suffers a breakdown on TV like we haven't seen since Kate Gosselin was on Dancing with the Stars. It's really hard for anyone to be happy about the final three since the fourth is curled up in the fetal position heaving sobs. Tim does his best, but really, it's very disconcerting.
Next week, Lincoln Center. Which is not nearly as fun to say as Bryant Park. And Mondo will win.
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Amazing Race 17: Ice, ice, baby
Ghana to Lapland, kids, that's what ol' Bertram had planned for the Racers last night, and for once the airport stuff actually mattered. Sure there was the bunch up because we were, after all, in Ghana, and it's not like there are 50 flights a day to Lapland. I don't think there are 50 flights a day period. But, if you were a smart racer, like the WhoTubes, you could get out of the bunch and regain your footing.
But first, our Racers spent the morning giving back in Ghana, painting and fixing up the school where they had done their challenges and spent the night. Very nice.
But then it was back to business, and everyone was flying to Lapland, 4,500 miles to the part of the world where lap dances were invented. It's true. I read it on the Internet.
So the WhoTubes, the Docs, the Kentuckys, and the Melons played it smart and got on a better flight in Germany and so had a 2-hour lead on everyone else when they landed. Once on the ground they had to find the Ice Hotel, except it was summer time so it was in cold storage. The Speedbump for the Whos involved sitting on ice chairs for 10 minutes. Really? Why even bother?
Then it was off the woods to race mush dogs on fur-covered vehicles, grabbing flags as they went and trading them in for pelts. Everyone had such a great time doing this challenge, it;s why we love the Race. Watching people do cool things that we will never do in a part of the world we will never see. Amazing. The Whos go from worst to first.
Meanwhile, back in the pack, Jill and Thomas are rapidly making the Dumbs look like they qualify to be on Big Bang Theory. Wow.
The Detour is called Sleds or Beds, and the teams can either race pell mell down a mountain on a little scooter thing, or build and furnish a tent that I believe is the first cousin to the yurt. The Whos choose the yurt because WhoDad is fragile. Everyone else opts for sleds. The Melons do it on the first try, while the Docs and Kentuckys take two tries.
Meanwhile, everyone else is making their way through the episode ... Jill and Thomas get worse and worse off. The Gleeks are stymied by the mountain, as are The Rings and the VBalls. They switch to the tent.
So we end up with the Docs in first, which proves that this is the most wild-card-y season of AR ever. Second is the Kentuckys, third is the Melons, the Whos are fourth.
Jill and Thomas use the Express Pass and come in fifth. Whoop-de-doo.
The Dumbs are sixth, the Rings are seventh and it is down to the VBalls and the Gleeks. A Clash of the Titans if ever there was one. The Gleeks are last, and it is their graduation day back at Princeton, so they throw their hats up in the air while harmonizing on Pomp and Circumstance and then sing a little "we're out" song. What did you think?
But first, our Racers spent the morning giving back in Ghana, painting and fixing up the school where they had done their challenges and spent the night. Very nice.
But then it was back to business, and everyone was flying to Lapland, 4,500 miles to the part of the world where lap dances were invented. It's true. I read it on the Internet.
So the WhoTubes, the Docs, the Kentuckys, and the Melons played it smart and got on a better flight in Germany and so had a 2-hour lead on everyone else when they landed. Once on the ground they had to find the Ice Hotel, except it was summer time so it was in cold storage. The Speedbump for the Whos involved sitting on ice chairs for 10 minutes. Really? Why even bother?
Then it was off the woods to race mush dogs on fur-covered vehicles, grabbing flags as they went and trading them in for pelts. Everyone had such a great time doing this challenge, it;s why we love the Race. Watching people do cool things that we will never do in a part of the world we will never see. Amazing. The Whos go from worst to first.
Meanwhile, back in the pack, Jill and Thomas are rapidly making the Dumbs look like they qualify to be on Big Bang Theory. Wow.
The Detour is called Sleds or Beds, and the teams can either race pell mell down a mountain on a little scooter thing, or build and furnish a tent that I believe is the first cousin to the yurt. The Whos choose the yurt because WhoDad is fragile. Everyone else opts for sleds. The Melons do it on the first try, while the Docs and Kentuckys take two tries.
Meanwhile, everyone else is making their way through the episode ... Jill and Thomas get worse and worse off. The Gleeks are stymied by the mountain, as are The Rings and the VBalls. They switch to the tent.
So we end up with the Docs in first, which proves that this is the most wild-card-y season of AR ever. Second is the Kentuckys, third is the Melons, the Whos are fourth.
Jill and Thomas use the Express Pass and come in fifth. Whoop-de-doo.
The Dumbs are sixth, the Rings are seventh and it is down to the VBalls and the Gleeks. A Clash of the Titans if ever there was one. The Gleeks are last, and it is their graduation day back at Princeton, so they throw their hats up in the air while harmonizing on Pomp and Circumstance and then sing a little "we're out" song. What did you think?
Friday, October 15, 2010
Project Runway: A New York State of Mind
Oh dear. We are nearing the end. And frankly, designers, if you think you're tired, well, just take a look at us. We are EXHAUSTED. And don't even get me started about Tim Gunn. The man can barely keep it together anymore.
But does Heidi give us the presidential suite at the Mandarin Oriental? Does she give it to Tim? No, she wastes it on these whiny, thankless crybabies. Oh, no, wait. That was last season. This season the Top 5 spend the evening in the suite talking about what a growing experience Project Runway has been for them. Well, except for Gretchen. She's there because she deserves it. As for Michael C. and Andy and Mondo and April, it has been a journey.
So it's all Mayor Bloomberg (trying to outdapper Tim; FAIL) and how great New York is and oh by the way this year Fashion Week is at Lincoln Center. Which will matter to three of you. So New York is your inspiration - which, for the record, we've done this challenge before - and in a city of 9 million people and 10 million iconic landmarks, two of the five choose the Brooklyn Bridge. Really?
It is actually completely hilarious because Michael C. looks at the Statue of Liberty and thinks: "Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute. I know! I'm going to make a drapey dress!" And Mondo and April both go to the Brooklyn Bridge and stare at wires. And Andy goes to Central Park and makes a big deal about all the trees and stuff and then (well, we 'll get to that in a minute) and Gretchen, poor, tired, insane, out-of-gas Gretchen, goes to the Lower East Side and stares at bricks.
They have 2 hours to think and sketch. They have 45 minutes to shop and $500 to spend. This is like record-breaking stuff here. Back in the workroom, Tim suffers an adverb breakdown in his admonishments. Now that's tired.
When creative people get tired they get silly. So these guys get silly. Michael C. does an impression of Michael Kors that is so spot on it replaces Santino's Tim impression in the PR Hall of Fame Moments. Then Tim comes back for his critique, and Gretchen cracks her psyche open a little more, and Tim absolutely does not want to hug her, tries to get away with the elbow squeeze, and then realizes that in order to keep this wretched girl from hurling herself off the Brooklyn Bridge, he is going to have to provide the full embrace. And so he does.
Design, design, sew, sew, insult Michael C., self-doubt, Mondo is adorable when he naps, day is done. Next day fittings, hair, make-up, blah blah blah. Gretchen is toast.
Runway! CHRISTIAN! He is like Mondo's cool older cousin. Speaking of Mondo, he is dressed like the dude from Cheap Trick who played the guitar. He matches his outfit. Which is fabulous, by the way.
Andy's communing with nature leads to a cool black dress that says nothing about trees and everything about underground railroad tunnels. April does the same dress as always except this time it's maternity wear. Michael does a gown that you can absolutely see on the Oscar red carpet. And Gretchen knocks off a look form JC Penney's Fall 2008 line.
The judges make the girls cry. I may be wrong but I think Heidi is mean to Mondo. Christian adorably looks for the positive with everyone, because honey, he has been there-done that.
And Michael wins! And Mondo! And Andy ... although they tell him Warrior Woman needs to go. And then. And then. It's Gretchen over April, which I'm sad about because I hate Gretchen's Bohemian Rhapsody thing and I like April's sort of "Heathers" take on life.
Next week four will start but only three finish. If there is a God, Mondo and Michael C. will be in the Top 3 and then Mondo will win. What did you think?
But does Heidi give us the presidential suite at the Mandarin Oriental? Does she give it to Tim? No, she wastes it on these whiny, thankless crybabies. Oh, no, wait. That was last season. This season the Top 5 spend the evening in the suite talking about what a growing experience Project Runway has been for them. Well, except for Gretchen. She's there because she deserves it. As for Michael C. and Andy and Mondo and April, it has been a journey.
So it's all Mayor Bloomberg (trying to outdapper Tim; FAIL) and how great New York is and oh by the way this year Fashion Week is at Lincoln Center. Which will matter to three of you. So New York is your inspiration - which, for the record, we've done this challenge before - and in a city of 9 million people and 10 million iconic landmarks, two of the five choose the Brooklyn Bridge. Really?
It is actually completely hilarious because Michael C. looks at the Statue of Liberty and thinks: "Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute. I know! I'm going to make a drapey dress!" And Mondo and April both go to the Brooklyn Bridge and stare at wires. And Andy goes to Central Park and makes a big deal about all the trees and stuff and then (well, we 'll get to that in a minute) and Gretchen, poor, tired, insane, out-of-gas Gretchen, goes to the Lower East Side and stares at bricks.
They have 2 hours to think and sketch. They have 45 minutes to shop and $500 to spend. This is like record-breaking stuff here. Back in the workroom, Tim suffers an adverb breakdown in his admonishments. Now that's tired.
When creative people get tired they get silly. So these guys get silly. Michael C. does an impression of Michael Kors that is so spot on it replaces Santino's Tim impression in the PR Hall of Fame Moments. Then Tim comes back for his critique, and Gretchen cracks her psyche open a little more, and Tim absolutely does not want to hug her, tries to get away with the elbow squeeze, and then realizes that in order to keep this wretched girl from hurling herself off the Brooklyn Bridge, he is going to have to provide the full embrace. And so he does.
Design, design, sew, sew, insult Michael C., self-doubt, Mondo is adorable when he naps, day is done. Next day fittings, hair, make-up, blah blah blah. Gretchen is toast.
Runway! CHRISTIAN! He is like Mondo's cool older cousin. Speaking of Mondo, he is dressed like the dude from Cheap Trick who played the guitar. He matches his outfit. Which is fabulous, by the way.
Andy's communing with nature leads to a cool black dress that says nothing about trees and everything about underground railroad tunnels. April does the same dress as always except this time it's maternity wear. Michael does a gown that you can absolutely see on the Oscar red carpet. And Gretchen knocks off a look form JC Penney's Fall 2008 line.
The judges make the girls cry. I may be wrong but I think Heidi is mean to Mondo. Christian adorably looks for the positive with everyone, because honey, he has been there-done that.
And Michael wins! And Mondo! And Andy ... although they tell him Warrior Woman needs to go. And then. And then. It's Gretchen over April, which I'm sad about because I hate Gretchen's Bohemian Rhapsody thing and I like April's sort of "Heathers" take on life.
Next week four will start but only three finish. If there is a God, Mondo and Michael C. will be in the Top 3 and then Mondo will win. What did you think?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Project Runway: A bad case of poison Ivy
Tim Gunn has been put through the wringer this season on Project Runway, having to slap down Gretchen early on and then last night having to put that witch Ivy in her place ... again. Wow, she is an angry bitter nasty piece of work.
It actually wasn't that good of an episode, as I a) think Heidi's "collection" is hideous and b) never really like it when they bring the ousted back from the dead. I mean, haven't we all moved on? Obviously not Ivy ...
So the challenge for the Top 6 is to design something to go with Heidi's activewear collection that is sold on Amazon.com, a bunch of stretchy looking clothes in muted tones of dust and grit. Supposedly we suburban housewives want to put this stuff on after we leave the gym and before we hit the grocery store. I'm not sure what Clinton and Stacy would say about all of that.
So they have to use Heidi's Industrial Age color palette and her stretch knit jersey fabrics and off we go. Mondo is upset because there's no pink. Gretchen is upset because there's no wool crepe. Christopher is upset because once again we have discovered a kind of clothing he has never designed before. Seriously, what does this guy do all day?
Then, HEIDI COMES TO THE WORKROOM. Looking fabulous, I might add. Holy cow, that jacket. That hair. That eyeliner. We watch Mondo literally turn into a 4-year-old caught coloring on the walls with marker. We watch Gretchen hop back on her WWoTW broom and fly around the room hurling reams of banned fabrics. It is crazy.
Then Tim brings back the ousted and Ivy unleashes her vomitous spew on Michael C. and then Tim has to come back and bitch slap her. It's just ugly, as are the clothes. I hate this challenge.
They each make three things. Andy, Mondo and April are top, and Andy wins. I like his skeleton dress but I hate that tunic-y thing. Imagine making a 9-pound runway model look hip-py. That's what he did. Imagine what I would look like in that. At the A&P. (For the record, I wasn't crazy about anybody's stuff.)
Gretchen is again shocked that she is sucking, Christopher knows he is dead and Michael is hopeful that he isn't going to wet himself during the judging. Christopher goes home, nicely and with grace, and off we go to the Top 5.
What did you think?
It actually wasn't that good of an episode, as I a) think Heidi's "collection" is hideous and b) never really like it when they bring the ousted back from the dead. I mean, haven't we all moved on? Obviously not Ivy ...
So the challenge for the Top 6 is to design something to go with Heidi's activewear collection that is sold on Amazon.com, a bunch of stretchy looking clothes in muted tones of dust and grit. Supposedly we suburban housewives want to put this stuff on after we leave the gym and before we hit the grocery store. I'm not sure what Clinton and Stacy would say about all of that.
So they have to use Heidi's Industrial Age color palette and her stretch knit jersey fabrics and off we go. Mondo is upset because there's no pink. Gretchen is upset because there's no wool crepe. Christopher is upset because once again we have discovered a kind of clothing he has never designed before. Seriously, what does this guy do all day?
Then, HEIDI COMES TO THE WORKROOM. Looking fabulous, I might add. Holy cow, that jacket. That hair. That eyeliner. We watch Mondo literally turn into a 4-year-old caught coloring on the walls with marker. We watch Gretchen hop back on her WWoTW broom and fly around the room hurling reams of banned fabrics. It is crazy.
Then Tim brings back the ousted and Ivy unleashes her vomitous spew on Michael C. and then Tim has to come back and bitch slap her. It's just ugly, as are the clothes. I hate this challenge.
They each make three things. Andy, Mondo and April are top, and Andy wins. I like his skeleton dress but I hate that tunic-y thing. Imagine making a 9-pound runway model look hip-py. That's what he did. Imagine what I would look like in that. At the A&P. (For the record, I wasn't crazy about anybody's stuff.)
Gretchen is again shocked that she is sucking, Christopher knows he is dead and Michael is hopeful that he isn't going to wet himself during the judging. Christopher goes home, nicely and with grace, and off we go to the Top 5.
What did you think?
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Amazing Race 17: I'm just so proud I haven't soiled myself
Last night's episode of The Amazing Race was the kind in which the story lines are advanced, the racers are advanced, but we are left feeling, well, meh. Lots of taxi shenanigans, lots of sweaty brows, lots and lots of frustration but, well, watching someone try and hawk crappy sunglasses to the impoverished residents of an impoverished nation, and then watching someone install a TV antennae ("How about now?" "Now?" "How's it look now?") does not exactly make for compelling viewing.
We leave lush England and make our way to Accra, Ghana, where it is clearly hot as hell. Jill and Thomas, they of the Express Pass, have a five-minute lead over the anesthesiologists named Kat and Nat. Following close behind are the Gleeks, the MelonHeads and the VBalls. All of that is for naught, as there is only flight to Ghana and they are all on it.
Once in Ghana, they must find a park with lovely fountains. From there they must find the Makola Market, which is crazy busy. The Roadblock is for one team member to sell 15 cedi worth of sunglasses. The blond MelonHead is ecstatic, as she spends her life convincing housewives in Des Moines that they must have that all-in-one bag and those stretch stirrup pants. Piece. Of. Cake.
The father and son team (I am calling them the WhoTubes because they are apparently a YouTube sensation that I have never heard of) are second, as who can resist that dad, and the Gleeks are third. Everyone else struggles.
At the Detour - where I am chagrined to find Phil wearing a very unfortunate pair of pants - teams must choose Tune In or Check Out - TV antennae installation or crazy coffin delivery. Neither of these seem particularly daunting, albeit everyone is sweating their patooties off.
Once that is done they have to go to the Kaneshie Market, which makes that first market look like a preschool, and find Phil and his Bad Pants under a bridge. MelonHeads are first, VBalls WhoTubes, The Ring, and Jill and Thomas, now known as Formerly First.
This episode came down to bad taxi drivers and worse traffic. The Gleeks, the Docs, Dumb and Dumber and The Miss Kentuckys were all neck and neck in their taxis, and the Docs urged their suicidal cab driver to pretty much create his own lane and get them to the mat. This inspired the Gleeks to do the same, until they were almost killed, prompting the taller of the two to a) ask for his mommy and b) say "I'm just so proud that I haven't soiled myself." To which the shorter one replied, "I think I might've."
So it's the Gleeks, the Docs, the Dumbs, the Kentuckians, and last but not least (but definitely eliminated) were the BioMoms. I have to admit I teared up during their last little interview, because really, who can even imagine all that pent up emotion and regret and lost love ... but still ... not exactly a dynamo those two.
Next week, we remain in Africa, where it's going to get even hotter. What did you think?
We leave lush England and make our way to Accra, Ghana, where it is clearly hot as hell. Jill and Thomas, they of the Express Pass, have a five-minute lead over the anesthesiologists named Kat and Nat. Following close behind are the Gleeks, the MelonHeads and the VBalls. All of that is for naught, as there is only flight to Ghana and they are all on it.
Once in Ghana, they must find a park with lovely fountains. From there they must find the Makola Market, which is crazy busy. The Roadblock is for one team member to sell 15 cedi worth of sunglasses. The blond MelonHead is ecstatic, as she spends her life convincing housewives in Des Moines that they must have that all-in-one bag and those stretch stirrup pants. Piece. Of. Cake.
The father and son team (I am calling them the WhoTubes because they are apparently a YouTube sensation that I have never heard of) are second, as who can resist that dad, and the Gleeks are third. Everyone else struggles.
At the Detour - where I am chagrined to find Phil wearing a very unfortunate pair of pants - teams must choose Tune In or Check Out - TV antennae installation or crazy coffin delivery. Neither of these seem particularly daunting, albeit everyone is sweating their patooties off.
Once that is done they have to go to the Kaneshie Market, which makes that first market look like a preschool, and find Phil and his Bad Pants under a bridge. MelonHeads are first, VBalls WhoTubes, The Ring, and Jill and Thomas, now known as Formerly First.
This episode came down to bad taxi drivers and worse traffic. The Gleeks, the Docs, Dumb and Dumber and The Miss Kentuckys were all neck and neck in their taxis, and the Docs urged their suicidal cab driver to pretty much create his own lane and get them to the mat. This inspired the Gleeks to do the same, until they were almost killed, prompting the taller of the two to a) ask for his mommy and b) say "I'm just so proud that I haven't soiled myself." To which the shorter one replied, "I think I might've."
So it's the Gleeks, the Docs, the Dumbs, the Kentuckians, and last but not least (but definitely eliminated) were the BioMoms. I have to admit I teared up during their last little interview, because really, who can even imagine all that pent up emotion and regret and lost love ... but still ... not exactly a dynamo those two.
Next week, we remain in Africa, where it's going to get even hotter. What did you think?
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