One of the things I love about Sweet P week after week is that she's totally open about freaking out and not knowing what the hell she's doing all the time. (Well, that and calling Christian a ''skinny-armed twit'' when she challenged him to an arm-wrestling duel. How on earth did he beat her?) Last night, she cracked me up when she said that what her diva, Candice Michelle, was wearing at the meet-and-greet scared the s--- out of her. When Candice later proclaimed that she could buy what Sweet P made for her at ''the stripper store,'' I felt for the biker babe. Not that I disagree with Candice's assessment, mind you. (Or, for that matter, Christian's remark that it was ''Tranny Ice Queen.'') But seeing as the curly-haired wrestler had described her style as ''classy sexpot, not whore sexpot,'' I have a hard time faulting Sweet P for failing to meet the lady's high level of taste. What she ended up sending down the runway wasn't so bad, but it didn't exactly scream WWE. It was more Frederick's of Hollywood, thanks to a robe that, as Heidi so subtly put it, ''had. no. dramatic. impact.''

And now to Ricky, whose exit was foretold from the moment the episode began and his competitors waxed catty about how he had become the designer non grato. Even good-natured Chris seemed baffled that the guy had lasted this long. Ricky's orange bathing suit was so lame that it barely warranted any screen time in the workroom. By the time he decided to throw on that inexplicable gold-lamé mini-muumuu, I knew his number was up. It's gotta be rough, though, winning one week and losing the next — rough enough to make a grown man cry, right? But here's the thing: He didn't. Not a single tear! What the hell happened, Ricky? Did your dissatisfied diva, Layla El, kick every last tear out of your sorry ass once and for all?

And so, TV Watchers, we are down to five remaining competitors. It's looking like a given that Christian and Jillian will be showing their collections at Bryant Park. I'd like to think that Chris and Sweet P have a shot at beating drippy-drapey Rami to the tents, but I'm not sure. I'm especially doubtful that Sweet P will pull through. I love her personality, but let's be honest: She's been hanging on by the skin of her teeth lately. In any case, I don't have to wait too long to find out who will get to strut their stuff at Fashion Week. The Project Runway show is this Friday morning, which leads me to believe that all five designers might show, either as finalists or as decoys. Never fear, I shall report back Friday afternoon.

In the meantime, here are some other questions to ponder. Did you share my glee at the way Tim Gunn kept saying ''divas'' all episode? As in ''Designers and divas, gather round!'' and ''I'm sending your divas in for a fitting!'' Did you enjoy seeing the judges have a ball last night, even if Michael Kors claimed he felt like ''the pope at a sex club''? And if you were a wrestler, what would your signature move be?


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