You know, it might just not be the most pointless and pathetic reality show after all...
I've been thinking: If America can take *one* key lesson away from 'Shear Design', perhaps there *is* hope after all.
Here's my thought on the lesson provided by Bravo's latest reality flop: *extremely* effeminate straight men really *do* exist!
Case in point, Dr. Boogie. A self-described straight man - who simply appears and acts incredibly, incredibly, INCREDIBLY gay. We're talking RuPaul levels of gayness here...can it and ship it to West 
Hollywood, it's that gay. If this Major Mary is *actually straight* - a huge stretch, true; but stranger things have happened in our livetime - this proves that not all *highly* effeminate men are really gay. A revelation! Paul Lynde? Perhaps not gay after all...Liberace? Straight as an arrow!!!! You? (Forget it honey, not in that shirt.)
I'm curious what Phyllis Schafly, dear Dr. Laura and Pat Buchanan (is he still alive?) think of dear, Dr. Boogie...
Of course we'll have to prove Dr. Boogie's straight (who would believe us?) by filming him in straight porn - just to make sure he enjoys it and is not lying about his proclivities. While I'd rather pluck out my eyes and sew them into my own testicles than watch this lurid offering, I'm sure there's a market out there somewhere for dear Dr. Boogie. (I've seen stranger flicks in my time I assure you...)
AMEN Telly!
Sally Herschberger looks like an escaped mental patient with that squirrel bitten toe-nail clippered 'do.I've seen better looks savaged upon the fat girl's hair at a slumber party by her erstwhile friends after she fell asleep and got her hand put into the warm water to make her wet herself. Flobees cut better styles!
You guys have REALLY reached new depths beyond the bottom of the barrel. I can only imagine what Santino Rice is saying as he shreiks at the TV screen whle you squeeze another fading echo out of the Project Runway formula.
Top Chef - Top Design, and now Hair Don'ts?
God - an entire series that needs the black bar across the eyes of the poor creatures you've recruited to sell their immortal souls in the name of 15 minutes on BLAH-vo.
Please - PLEASE - no more!
And during the off-season, Please Get Poor Todd Oldman some BRACES!
Posted by: Shear Nonsense | April 18, 2007 at 09:53 PM