Come Again?

And the winner is ... Jeffrey Sebelia?

As Michael Knight might say, "F'real?" Huh.

So, what you're telling me is, all you have to do to win on Project Runway, then: A] is be an absolute monster to someone's mother; B] break the rules of the show by going over-budget and sending your leather pieces out for special attention in a sweatshop somewhere out in The Valley; C] drop as many references as possible to your "celebrity clientele;" D] throw out some pathetic story about your post-addiction life; and E] just be a general a-hole to anyone you see as competition?

Oh, well. Then, yeah, absolutely Jeffrey's your winner. Pffpt. Whatever. Cry me some real tears next time, kiddo, 'cause I ain't buyin' what you're sellin'. This show just turned the corner (actually, it was probably T-boned here) and is now left dry-humping Jai Rodriquez's professional gay career in the Bravo lineup, as far as I'm concerned.

Odds are slim I'll turn up for a fourth season, if there is one. I wasn't the first to say it, but it bears repeating: This show just turned mean and ugly and not very fun to watch. Sure, chalk whatever you want up to "creative editing" on the part of the production staff, but all we have to go on is what we see on the screen.

And, I'm sorry, not to go all Pollyanna on you and sh*t, but if I want to see vapid and back-stabbing, I'll watch whatever's left of MTV's reality schedule, thanks.

Sheesh. Check, please.

We're done here.

Better PR3 recaps than mine:

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