The Real Winner Was Posh

If you don't want to know who the winner of Project Runway 4 is then avert your eyes from this post. Oh and good luck, because the winner's name is everywhere. Yeah, I have to do that or I'll get e-mails from some bitchy ass queen telling me to swallow razors for exposing the winner's name to them. Some people!

Anyway, I'm so glad this shit is finally over. I feel so much joy when a reality show finally ends, because those things usually go on for way too long. I'm over it by the time it's over. However, I just saw the ads for Top Chef and it starts next week. Damn you Bravo! Damn you for making me watch these shows.

Now for the winner's talk. I was actually rooting for that conceited piece of hot ass, Rami. As Nina Garcia would say, I felt his collection was the most "cohesive." Ugh, I hate when Nina says "coheeesive." I knew Jilly didn't have a chance in fashion hell after I saw that hideous gold dress come down the runway. You know, the gold dress that looked like it was taken from the Pussycat Dolls' closet? Offensive.

I also pretty much knew Christian was going to take this shit. The whole season was set up for that. If I never see a ruffle again, I'll be a happy puss. I wish him luck, but I hope I never have to see his guinea pig hair on TV again. I can't take hearing the word "fierce" again. I just can't. I'm all "fierced" out. Wait, I do watch America's Next Top Model. FUCK. There's no escaping the fierce!

The real winning moment of the night for me was hearing Posh talk again. I love hearing her voice. It's like watching a wax figure come to life. It's fascinating. I really wanted Posh and Heidi Klum to break out into a duet of Heidi's "Wonderland, Wonderland."

Here's pics of Christian and the losers at last night's wrap party.