My heartfelt thanks to Amy Waters and the lovely gossips at Alliance Atlantis for the opportunity to attend the Project Runway finale in NYC on Friday morning. Don’t want to spoil it for any of you but I’ll tell you that from the catty whispers I overheard immediately afterwards, most people found the boys to be a huge, huge disappointment…. especially Michael. Me? I was too busy gawking at Harvey Weinstein and trying to picture Charlize Theron…um…you know… and also lamenting the fact that Kyan from Queer Eye is gay, story of my faghag life… And then there was Heidi, pretty enough, not in that Jennifer Lopez, fall down and die, kind of way, but a rather bland beauty, hardly remarkable if not for her gracious poise and professionalism. Because above all things, Heidi Klum is a class act. She’s pregnant, she’s obviously in a “delicate” condition, photographer and reporters are all over her, super super close to her, and she’s totally nonplussed, totally in control of the situation, elegant to the end, hated her hair, loved her arms, I can’t say she’s one of my faves but if she’s one of yours, I completely understand why. Elisabeth Hasselbeck however is an entirely different story. I have no idea what she was doing there, I have no idea why she’s still on The View either, but I was more than a little satisfied to see her looking like breaded, deepfried ass in the front row – hair that sat in chunks across the back of her head, a gaunt face, the tiniest body, probably just as tiny as she was after starving on Survivor, buggy eyes that popped out of her head, buggier even than Brandy, also in the front row, about as UNcute as it gets…but then again, who can withstand the psychological warfare of one Rosie O’Donnell? I’m telling you…Project Runway is all kindsa entertaining, in more ways than you think. Heads up Canada – the 3rd season just started on the Life Network, Monday nights at 10pm, next episode is one of my favourites… designing for dogs, and of course in America, it’s Bravo, Wednesdays, and let me know if you think there’s a hidden Lagerfeld waiting to jump out of Michael Kors. Something brews…I can feel it…