SG S2 E3: Ennui has set in.
As we said earlier, we weren’t really wowed by anything this week. We couldn’t even come up with a list of likes and dislikes. These are mostly “kindas.” We kinda like it or we kinda hate it.
Darlings, ennui is not a good sign so early in the season. Our little snippers are going to have to step it up.
We honestly don’t get this one. A basic updo, just messed up a bit. With a tiara.
Granted, we don’t know who we would have picked to win the shortcut challenge, but that guest judge dude seemed really impressed by it. Maybe he was just hot for Charlie.
“This was not the time to make the boldest statement.”
You know, Charlie, there’s a lot to agree with there and we would love to ask you to expound on that thought, but OHMIGOD what the fuck are you wearing? The top of that shirt has a disturbingly “Christmas sweater” vibe to it. Unless you are headed to bell choir practice there is no excuse, young lady.
We have to say, we’re loving Meredith a little more each week. Bitch just can’t keep shit off her face.
As for the elimination challenge, Glenn’s was probably our favorite.
We kinda liked it. It had an interesting shape to it with just enough rough edges to prevent it from looking like a wig.
It also looked beautiful from the back.
Here’s the thing. You can throw around “bridal” as an insult or a critique in this sort of competition and that can sometimes make sense, but when you get right down to it, all of these elaborate updos look bridal to us on some level. Red carpet trends tend to trickle down to bridal wear anyway, so even when you’re doing a more glamorous form of updo, it still looks like something a glamorous bride or maid of honor would do.
Enh. Neither love nor hate coming from here. She looks a little coneheaded, though. The back is interesting.
“I dropped the ball again.”
Nekisa darling, we are made of love for you. Really. We want to go to TGIFridays with you and order big, neon-colored, fruity cocktails that come in elaborate commodes and hit on the busboys while we criticize the clothes, shoes, hair and makeup of every single woman in the place.
“I’m not cool under pressure at all.”
As your newly appointed gays, it behooves us to point out that the thirty pounds of jewelry on your head and neck may be hindering you during the competition. Darling, our lobes ache just looking at you. You could fit a small child’s arm through those hoops. Give yourself a break for a day or two.
As for this one:
Lose the attitude, honey. Your red carpet experience consists of the daytime Emmys once a year and your hair looks like dried straw.
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